All Chapters of Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future: Chapter 141 - Chapter 150

As we leave the conference room, I agree to let anyone who wants to go for a run on pack territory after dinner go, as long as they are escorted by one of our guards to make sure they don’t get lost or end up going over a cliff into the Blood River. She thanks me deeply and scurries off to let her sister know the good news. Katherine steps forward, “Alpha Mason, thank you so much for making our pack members feel welcomed. Persephone will be relieved, I’m sure.” “Please, you can call me Alpha Bronx. Save the formalities for business hours,” I bow slightly to her. We watch as the blonde and red-headed women all head up to the guest suites, with the couple of men on their team following dutifully. “What in the Goddess name is happening right now?” I ask out loud, “Uh, Milo, have a couple of senior guards escort anyone who wants to go for a run. We need to monitor whatever the Hell is happening right now.” “Yes Alpha,” he nods with his hands on his hips. “D-did Amari say Persephone i

Bronx’s POV I have some pretty dumb ideas sometimes. I’m man enough to admit that. Sending Kas away for five days, that is probably the dumbest I’ve had in a long time. I know because when I roll over to pull her into my arms, but she’s not there. It’s my own stupid fault. I have to settle for her green and gray blanket to get her scent. I growl into the empty blanket, upset that it is not my mate. Only one more night, Bronx. You can do this, I tell myself. I look at the ceiling, thinking about the conversation I had with Kas last night. I was so proud to hear her tell me about her conversation with Randall. And glad to hear they only have to finish assessing the packhouse while Lenora finishes registrations. They will leave first thing tomorrow. I let out a heavy sigh before I pull myself out of bed and get a shower. I grab a towel and dry myself off. I throw it over my head and rub it through my hair, drying it as much as possible. When I pull the towel off, I swear I see a glowi

“Musu, I am sorry, but you are about to see a side of me I rarely show to pack members. I’m just going to step over there,” I point to the other side of the room, trying to sound as calm as possible, “Please don’t be scared. I will be right back.” Musu nods slowly, like she is questioning my sanity. Can't blame her. I'm questioning it too. I walk to the far side of the room and grip the back of the leather loveseat, with my back to her. My entire body tenses up and I feel my claws extend, tearing into the brown leather. A deep rumbling growl rips through me, making the entire room shake until my voice is a full on roar. When I have let out as much of my frustration as I can, I stand up straight and take a deep breath. When I turn around, I see Musu standing against the door to exit the library. “I feel much better now, Musu. Again, I apologize for the outburst, but every dam has a breaking point,” I explain. When she doesn’t look like she is going to run for her life, I ask her to si

Tyree’s POV As soon as the Luna opens the door, the smell of blood is overwhelming. It isn’t old and stale, like you would normally smell in a dirty dungeon. This smells like someone just sloshed buckets of it down the hallway. How is that possible? The door was locked. I look over at the Elder, who looks pale and if I didn’t know better, guilty. I send a mind link to Marco and Beta Lenora, letting them know I need backup. Honestly, the Luna can handle anything going on down there. Even if she wasn't one of the strongest wolves I've ever met, with her powers she can defeat any threat, but it’s my job to protect her, not the other way around. My wolf, Slayer, paces in my head, "High alert, my man. This clearly ain't right." "Agreed, Slayer. Let me know if you see anything. If memory serves me correctly, there isn't a whole lot of room to move down there. We won't be able to shift if there's an actual emergency." "Ten four," he growls. I let him come forward enough for my eyes to t

Kas’s POV I look into my old bedroom and see a large man’s body on the ground. He is leaning against the bed frame. The longer I stare, the more detail my mind takes in, the more horrified I become. The front of his black shirt is torn in half and his chest has been crudely cut open from his sternum, all the way down to the middle of his stomach. His intestines are pulled out of his body, strewn across the floor like grotesque, sticky ropes. His ribs are broken and sticking out at odd angles. It reminds me of the bones on a rack of lamb. Someone has pulled one of his lungs out, resting it overtop of his chest instead of inside. I feel my heart squeeze in my chest. Who would do this? Who would have it in them to be able to commit such a crime? My watery eyes wander up to find his neck has been deeply slit. It makes his head tip in an unnatural position. I look up at his face to see if I recognize him. His left eye is missing, recently cut out. There is blood still dripping out of th