Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 45

Kas's POV

The moment I realized Elder Randall had school aged girls working instead of getting an education made me want to call Bronx right away but I am determined to complete this assignment without him. I want him to know I can handle difficult Luna responsibilities without him needing to be involved. Besides, he is busy dealing with the Lenora look alike.

When I was seventeen, I was pulled out of school to become a slave in this very packhouse. Once Bronx and Lenora saved me, I knew I could never allow this treatment for any other werewolf children. There is no room for it in our society. Knowing that Elder Randall was the one who exploited these children infuriated me. As soon as I can speak with Bronx in the evening, I will let him know about expediting sending families with children and children who may have been separated from their families to Blood River. More importantly, the reason we were making the change. 2

I stand back and wait for the now nervous Randall to unlock the door to my former Alpha's apartment. When he gets the door opens, my heart sinks. It's destroyed. There is absolutely nothing salvageable. I had hoped there would be something valuable to sell. What if everything else in the packhouse is the same way? I have Lenora and Tyree stay in the apartment to look for any paperwork we may need to take with US. I order Randall to have adult omegas come, get the destroyed furniture, and burn it.

With that settled, I have Randall take Marco and me to the next suite. One of the few rooms in the packhouse I was never allowed to enter. It belonged to the Alpha’s son, Ryan Connors. I stand with my arms crossed, feeling annoyed as Randall fumbles to find the correct key. Finally, he cracks the door open and waves his arm so I can go in first. I take a step forward, but Marco stops me. 1

"Let me do a quick sweep, Luna," he nods at me. I see his eyes flash black showing that Clash is at the ready if needed, "Just to be on the safe side."

'Thank you, Marco," I nod in response.

Marco swings the door open and steps inside.

I listen carefully, trying to avoid eye contact with Randall while I wait.

"Hostia m****a (holy shit]," I hear Marco swear in Spanish.

I furrow my brow. What could possibly be in there that would make Marco swear like that. I mean, he swears in English sometimes, but the times I have heard him swear in Spanish, it is because something is seriously wrong. I give Randall a quick, suspicious look.

"Goddess, I assure you, no one has been on this floor since the Alpha and his family were banished two years ago," he holds up his hands in surrender.

step inside the room. Marco is standing at the end of the bed looking at the wall where the television should be. The wall is plastered with hundreds of pictures of me. All of them

pictures of me sleeping in my old cot in the dungeon. Some of them are pictures of me serving food to the Silver Moon pack. Others are of me restocking rooms from the service cart. Even a few of me on my knees curled up in a small ball while his father whipped

drop and my eyes water. Behind me, I hear Lenora and

happened?!" Lenora calls out as she slides to a stop

ground and step up to the wall of photographs. He isn't facing US,

cracks

nods, snapping out of the trance of looking at the wall,

Lenora takes me by the arm to

the tears fall, "I don’t want Bronx to know about

"Kas-" Lenora protests.

There is no sense in making him angry by telling him about this. Once Marco and Tyree burn everything, it will be gone forever. That's the end of it. Don’t

speaks quietly while she shakes her head, "but let's still go out into the hallway. You don't need

the room and we sit on a bench in the hallway while the guards and Elder Randall throw all the pictures in the box. When they finish, Tyree advises he is taking the box down to the firepit to

at the end of

end of the

the snacks are probably expired, but there are definitely cleaning supplies and toiletries that can be used

a deep breath, dreading entering the room. Marco steps in and gives a quick look around, then

the heck is this?" she asks confused. She picks up a ripped pair of leggings, exposing an

mine," I whisper, feeling

and then the floor. Her face pales when she realizes what must have happened

pitch black as Justice speaks on Lenora's behalf. The only people that know