Semua Bab Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future: Bab 71 - Bab 80

Once we settle in on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it. “I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity. “I speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that I’m able to catch on to new languages quickly.” Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate, but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety. Hearing about Musu’s diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storytel

I can’t sleep. I can’t get what Kas told me about not being able to have children out of my mind. I mean, there is nothing I can do about it. It doesn’t change the way I feel about her. She is my world. I just feel like having a pup of our own is something we assumed would be part of our future. I meant what I said about just needing her in my life. If we end up not having kids, then that is what the Moon Goddess has fated for us. The text message chime on my phone goes off. I look to see it is from Reggie. It is eleven-thirty at night. What could he want? Hey Bronx. You awake? Important. I mindlink Reggie to let him know I'm awake and will meet him in the downstairs kitchen in five minutes. I go give Kas a kiss and wake her up just enough to let her know where I’m going. She gives me a squeaky little grunt and waves me away before rolling over. I grab an eye patch and secure it in place before quietly making my way out of the apartment. “All good, Alpha?” Marco sends in a mindl

Milo’s POV We had been orchestrating our plan of attack since Lady Camille came and spent most of the day speaking with Lenora and I. Delilah went in and looked at Kas’s vision of Bronx killing her. She was able to study, evaluate, and determine details that Kas would never have been able to see. Delilah worked with her mother to help explain what they believed would cause the event, when it would happen and some ideas of how we could prevent it. Lady Camille had one of the coven’s sisters conference call into the meeting... well, sort of... she used magic instead of the actual phone, but she was there. She is a fortune teller, which I was sceptical of, but I listened respectfully anyways. She explained what would happen if we didn’t step in and stop Bronx. Short story: Kas would die. Bronx would be charged with murdering the Luna Regent of the Blood River pack and high treason. He would be executed for his crimes by the High Council and we wouldn’t be able to stop it. Then she t

Bronx’s POV For the first time in months, Saint is at peace. Quiet and settled. It’s a relief to not have to constantly be battling him for control. Not being influenced by his rage. After speaking with my therapist and several doctors, I decide to willingly stay in the hospital wing for a week for intensive treatment and to start medication to keep him stable. Kas has forgiven me. She is still upset with Saint, but she still loves him. She is willing to work on rebuilding their relationship. I don’t know how she does it, but I can feel she genuinely means it. It’s going to take a lot longer for me to forgive myself. Kas comes every morning for a therapy session with me. She brings homemade croissants and coffee with her. She holds my hand and listens intently to my darkest secrets. Things that I would never imagine telling her before. Things I have done that live in the darkest corners of my soul. She tells me what she needs from me and I tell her what I need from her in return.

Bronx’s POV I don’t know how she did it, but Kas has flown through the first semester of her senior year classes. She wakes up with me so she can meet the tutor early while I am training with the pack warriors, then stays up late to get her homework done, except for essays. She saves those for our lazy day - Sundays. Her tutor tells me she has straight A’s except for History. Lex keeps telling her the books are wrong and convincing her to change the answers to be accurate. I mean, chances are, she was there, so how can anyone be mad at her? English on the other hand is her best subject. One of her projects is to write a poetry collection. She refuses to show it to me and tells me she doesn’t want me to criticize her work. I leave it alone but the tutor tells me it is inspiring. He wants to put them in a booklet to share with the high schoolers if he can get her to agree. “Kas, you don’t have to show me, but Mr. Ankers says he would like to publish it for the pack high school. That's