Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 59

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 the empty socket where the eye used to be. If his hair was longer, he would look a lot like Bronx with lighter colored hair. Bronx is more broad and muscular, but he certainly looks like they could be related. I don't know him. He isn't any Silver Moon pack member I've ever met.

The sickly smell of the room is more than just blood. It's the stench of his exposed organs filling the air. I start to feel nauseous. The pool of his dark blood is stretching out across the floor all the way to the doorway. I look down and see it's touching my shoe. I look back up and look around the room. There is blood sprayed all over. It could practically be a macabre coat of paint.

death won't let me forget what I just saw. My heart races and I can feel my heartbeat in my ears.

in. Water fills my mouth, choking me. I

above me or a hundred feet? I can't tell, but I can feel heat

sounds like she is trying not to panic, but she can't swim either, so she is just as helpless

trying not to gag and kick as hard as I can. I try to paddle my arms, but I’m not getting anywhere. Now the water comes in through my nose, burning my sinuses, making me cough, but the cough just pulls in more water since I'm still surrounded. I can

Freeze time! Freeze yourself! Maybe you'll float to the top if you stop struggling,"

else to do. The edges of my vision get dark as I concentrate on the little energy I have left and stop time. It doesn’t work, something is going haywire since I can’t concentrate. I try to keep kicking, but my

that? I sense my body going into a defensive mode. My hands get hotter and hotter while my vision grows darker and darker. There's a sensation around my waist, like the arm of an octopus is wrapping itself around me. The octopus has faint sparks. Is it an electric eel? Is it my

am yanked up

my clothes. Except for the thick splatters of blood on my sweater, I'm dry. Blood? When I look up, I see Bronx on the floor in front of me.

can't be right. No. No. No. I want to run forward and help heal her, but I sense it's too late. I want to go to Bronx,

his chin all the way down his shirt. I watch