Forever In The Past And Forever In The Future By Neener Chapter 38
Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future by Neener Beener chapter 38
Kas’s POV
As I pull away from my physical body and spread my spirit into the universe, I feel him. His spirit is
fading but he’s there. I sense a familiar pain coursing
through me. Something tells me his back is wet with blood and there is poison in his veins, but my spirit
doesn’t understand that physical concept.
I focus on him with all my power. His and Saint’s souls are in limbo. No longer connected to each other,
not alive, but not yet dead. I collect their essences, willing them toe toward me, toward life, and
follow me back to Bronx’s body before it’s toote. I push my healing powers out to Bronx and Saint.
Giving them the strength to live.
” Bronx,e back, Sweetheart, ” I sense his spirit recognizes mine. He flickers brighter. It’s almost
indistinguishable but it’s there. The tiniest little spark, “I need you to tell me where you are, Bronx. “
A visiones to me of an abandoned house with a human church in the distance. It’s a very old stone
structure. The bell tower has tworge bells hanging. The church bells chime a distinct tune. Hopefully
it’s enough to help Milo identify where he is.
“Hold on, Bronx, we’reing for you,” I whisper.
I pull my spirit back to my body, collecting all the pieces of my essence as I pull back into to my
physical form. Something feels wrong. Something is missing. I open my eyes to see Marco, James,
Delh, and Lady Camille standing over me. Delh is crying. I’m t on my back. The floor below me
is wet and sticky. I try to sit up, but I can’t. I’m dizzy, sick to my stomach, and weak. I can’t feel Lex,
there is a void where she usually sits.
“I can describe where he is,” I say weakly.
I tell them about the vision and Bronx being close to death. I brought him back, but I don’t know for how
long.
“We got it from here, Luna. Lady Camille, let’s get her medical attention, right now, ” James said.
Lady Camille nods and swipes her hand over my face, “Sleep Luna lokaste, reserve your energy.”
I don’t have a choice. The strength of her magic immediately slips me into a dreamless sleep.
Bronx’s POV
Floating in the ether at the edge of death. Cold and dark butforting at the same time. There is no
pain, no emotion, no time, just darkness. In this emptiness, I feel it more than hear it. A sensation
calling out to me, calling my name with no words,
weightlessly pulling me to an unknown destination. It doesn’t matter where it’s leading me. I let it guide
me through the
darkness. Am I going toward the sce of death or the warmth of the world of the living? I have no way
of knowing.
A healing warmth fills my chest and spreads out to every cell of my body. It separates me from the
ether and sucks out the poison, it seals the wounds of the body I left beind and refills my spirit with
emotions. I t sense it cing a healing warm glow
around Saint’s soul. I know he is there with me, being pulled away from the ether but he still feels
separate from me.
“Bronx,e back, Sweetheart, ” I hear it now. Kas’s voice calling to me, “I need you to tell me where
you are, Bronx,”
It’s definitely her voice. It isn’t in the air and it isn’t my
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imagination or a hallucination. It’s like it’sing from my own soul.
“Kas? Where are you?” I call out, desperate to be closer to her.
I slowly open my eyes. It’s daylight now. Kas is not here. I know I heard her. I know she is here with
me.
” Kas, Baby? I heard you. Where are you? ” I ignore the pain coursing through my body and use all my
strength to crawl on my hands and knees to the window. She wants to know where I am. I look out and
see an old stone church with two bells. The bells start to chime a sweet tune.
“Kas, I’m in an abandoned packhouse. It’s hot outside and humid. I can see the steeple of a human
church,” I say out loud. I have no idea how she ismunicating with me but I figure my best bet is to
speak out loud.
“Kas, I can’t feel Saint, ” I’m fighting back the lump in my throat that will bring forth tears, “He’s gone.”
“Hold on for me, Sweetheart. We areing, we’reing for you.”
I crawl back to the mattress and flop down. The movement to and from the window,pletely
exhausted me. My fingertips feel numb.
I close my eyes again praying to the Moon Goddess, I don’t die in my sleep.
“Bronx! “
“Alpha! Can you hear us?”
I hear familiar voices and movements in the house. I try to open my eyes but it’s a struggle. I don’t have
the strength to even open my eyes.
“Milo? Henri?” I whisper. There are other voices too.
I hear crashing sounds as they bust down doors to other rooms. I try to call out but I can’t. I’m too
weak. The door to my room crashes open. Milo barges in.
“Oh my Goddess! Bronx! ” Milo runs over to me while Henri yells to people in the hall.
I use all the strength I have to take his hand. I let the tears I have been holding back fall freely now.
“Saint’s gone, ” I whisper.
“What? No Bronx, that can’t be. You’ve lost a lot of blood but you’re gonna be alright. Just hang in
there, my dude. We’re going to give you morphine and get you to Kas right away, ” Milo’s voice is calm
but his face is pure panic.
A woman in a military medic uniform rushes into the room. She pulls a morphine pen from her medical
bag and injects me. My mind fades into a dreamless sleep.
I feel my body being jostled around. I open my eyes, I’m on the floor of a helicopter. There is a tube
connected to Milo’s arm feeding into mine. A field blood transfusion. It’s a dangerous procedure,
reserved for dire cases. He is yelling out orders to the pilot. I fall back into the dream less sleep. I wake
up again for a moment,ying in the back of a bumpy SUV before I fade out once more. I wake again to
Milo carrying me over his back in a fireman’s carry through the coven house.
“Milo” I eke out, weakly patting him on the ribs, ” put me down.”
“Nah man, we are getting you to bed. There’s no way you can stand right now. Henri and I are going to
give you another transfusion of our blood. Just hang in there.“
“Is Kas here?” I ask.
“Yeah Bronx, we’re taking you to her,” Milo responds sympathetically. I look to see Henri is directly
behind him, pulling out more tubing and needle to perform another field transfusion. My friends are
keeping me alive with their blood.
They take me down a hallway to Kas’s room and sit me on a stool. Milo kneels in front of me letting me
lean all my weight onto him. Henri pokes a needle into his arm, then into mine. I turn my head to see a
witching over to tend to my wounds.
“Alpha Regent Bronx Mason, may I have your permission to help heal you with magic? I believe I will
only be able to slow the blood loss. Your wolf will need to help with the rest.” she asks.
“Just do it,” Milo snaps, “I am currently the acting Blood River Alpha. I give you permission on Bronx’s
behalf.”
I ignore their conversation. I can’t focus on anything they are saying anyway. The world is fading in and
out as I lean heavily on Milo. A wave offort gently washes over me.
“Kas?” I can smell her fresh rain and lc scent, warming me to the core.
“Bronx, my friend, let the witch clean your wounds, then you can goy down with your mate, ” Henri
says reassuringly.
Lay down with her? I look up to see there are several witches, James, and Marco all gathered around a
large bed. Kas isying on her stomach, still and pale. Bandages are covering her back.
“Kas?” My breath shortens as anger and panic set in. I feel tears well up seeing her helpless on the
bed. I try to get up to go to her but Milo pulls me back down, “What happened? Who did this to her?”
“You wouldn’t believe me if I even tried to tell you, Alpha, ” James shakes his head at me.
After about fifteen minutes, the witch is finished putting a salve on my back and gently applying
bandages, but she does not tape them all the way down. She advises that Lady Camille needs to look
at me first. Henri ends the transfusion. He and Milo pick me up and set me on the bed, swinging my
legs up for me so I can rest next to my mate.
“On your stomach please, Alpha Bronx. I need to confirm if my theory is correct. It will determine the
best way to heal you both, ” Lady Camille addresses me. She then turns to the room, “If you are not a
member of the Blood River pack, please leave the room.”
All the women except Delh leave.
“Please face me, Alpha Bronx, I don’t want you to see the state Luna lokaste is in right now,” Lady
Camillemands.
“But— “
“There is no time for ‘but’, Alpha Bronx, there is only time for action, ” she firmly schools me.
She carefully lifts the dressings from my back. I hear Delh doing the same for Kas.
“As I suspected. Alpha Bronx, you and Luna Iokaste’s injuries are identical. I will exin how I believe
this happened but that is not important right now.
What’s important is that you heal each other. Then we can discuss specifics.”
She says it so matter of factly that I thought she was talking to someone else. I feel her gently securing
the dressings to my raw back.
“Lady Camille, I’m not a healer, ” I give her a confused look.
“Alpha Bronx, you are her healer, ” she face softens as she tilts her head toward Kas.
I look over to see Delh finishing up the dressings on Kas’s back. When she’s done, everyone quietly
files out of the room.
I ‘m not really sure what I ‘m supposed to do, but I already feel better just being next to Kas. That has
to mean something, right? I carefully roll on my side, forcing myself to ignore my own pain. Kas is the
only thing that matters now. I brush some of her glittering silver hair out of her face and take her little
hand as I admire her beautiful features.
“Baby, when you called for me, I heard you and you led me back. Now I ‘m calling for you. Wherever
you are in there or out there or whatever, pleasee back. Come back to me, my little goddess.
Pleasee back because I can’t do this without you.”
I kiss her hand and hold it to my cheek. She doesn’t respond at all, not even a twitch. She is deathly
still next to me. How did this happen? How could I have prevented this? I promised her and failed.
I close my eyes and focus on her. Thinking about good times we’ve shared, her sweet little giggle, her
face when she is baking or cooking. I feel a warmthing from her hand.
I open my eyes and search her features but nothing has changed. It is my hopeful imagination.
“Please, Kas. Pleasee back to me. I can’t be alone. I just-,” I whisper with a ragged breath before
the tears I have been holding back start to slide
down my cheeks. Now that the adreneline has start to die down, I feel exhausted. My eyes grow heavy
and I let myself fall asleep next to my mate. Holding her hand to my cheek. I will never let her go again.