Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future novel Chapter 41

Kas's POV

 

An hour later, we are standing at the gates to the coven's realm. Henri is there with blacked -out SUVs to transport us. We don't stop at Lune D'or, but we do stop at a small café in the quaint little human town where the airport is while we wait for our flight time. | am not very hungry, so | only have a small plate of cheeses and meats.

 

At first, Bronx insists | sit on his lap, but he keeps getting pulled away by phone calls, so | sit next to Delilah. | watch my mate pacing and smoking outside the big window on the sidewalk, which reminds me that Marco has my phone. | don't expect any calls or messages. Everyone who has the number knew | was unavailable.

| power up the phone and wait a minute as it connects with wifi. Notifications started to ping...dozens of them. Soon my phone is flooded with notifications. | open my texts to find that Bronx messaged me every day. Things to the effect of how much he cares about me and misses me, updates on things going on with the pack, and even some more private ones describing positions he wants to try when | get home. | feel the heat as my face blushes reading his ideas.

 

| look up at him pacing on his phone. I'm so in love with him. He glances over at me and sees the phone in my hands. | give him a little wave, he turns away as his face turns pink. 2

 

It's finally time to board the jet. The energy of our group is upbeat but mellow from exhaustion at the same time. We can't stop talking about seeing our friends and eating pizza. James and Marco are dying for a beer. Milo can't wait to see Lenora even though it has only been a couple days. He insists she has important matters to discuss with me, but won't tell me what.

 

After a couple of hours, Bronx and | start to get sleepy. He leads me to the back part of the plane where there's a little room with a bed. Exhaustion hits us both hard and we quickly fall asleep.

 

| wake up to find our bodies tangled together. | lean forward and kiss his stubbly chin. He stirs a little but doesn't open his eyes.

 

"Baby, | had such a good dream,” he murmurs. I'm pretty sure he's talking in his sleep.

 

"Oh? What was it about?" | ask, just in case he is actually awake.

 

"You said you would-", the rest of the sentence was garbled babble. He starts snoring lightly before | could ask him to repeat it. | giggle and shake my head.

 

| lay there a bit longer, but can't fall back asleep.

 

"Bronx, I'm going to sit with Delilah, okay?" "Mmhmm," He untangles himself from me and rolls over.

 

| walk out into the main cabin. It's dark outside and the cabin lights are dimmed. Delilah is curled up, sleeping in James's lap. He has his arms wrapped lovingly around her. He looks like he is about to fall asleep also. Milo is stretched out across two seats with the hood of his sweatshirt covering his face.

 

| sit next to Marco who has the reading light on, focused intently on a magazine about cooking. Who knew?

 

“Hi Luna. How are you feeling?" He asks, setting the magazine down.

 

"As well as can be expected, thanks for asking," | point to his magazine, "Do you like to cook, Marco? It's one of my favorite hobbies, you know."

 

He looks at me with surprise, "I figured you just made kick-ass sympathy cookies."

 

| laugh quietly and shake my head no.

 

"No, | don't cook," he continues, "but | want to learn. I'm going to have a mate someday soon. Clash keeps telling me so and Momma Sanchez always says “trust your wolf."

 

"Your mom is right," | smile thinking about the conversations we have had about how close he is to his family, "You know, maybe | can convince Mrs. Miller to let me teach some cooking lessons in the packhouse kitchen. If you have any friends who want to join in, let me know.”