Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Kas's POV

As | pull away from my physical body and spread my spirit into the universe, | feel him. His spirit is fading but he's there. | 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.

| 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. | collect their essences, willing them to come toward me, toward life, and follow me back to Bronx's body before it's too late. | push my healing powers out to Bronx and Saint. Giving them the strength to live.

"Bronx, come back, Sweetheart,” | 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 vision comes to me of an abandoned house with a human church in the distance. It's a very old stone structure. The bell tower has two large bells hanging. The church

bells chime a distinct tune. Hopefully it's enough to help Milo identify where he is. "Hold on, Bronx, we're coming for you," | whisper.

| pull my spirit back to my body, collecting all the pieces of my essence as | pull back into to my physical form. Something feels wrong. Something is missing. | open my eyes to see Marco, James, Delilah, and Lady Camille standing over me. Delilah is crying. I'm flat on my back. The floor below me is wet and sticky. | try to sit up, but | can't. I'm dizzy, sick to my stomach, and weak. | can't feel Lex, there is a void where she usually sits. °

"| can describe where he is," | say weakly.

| tell them about the vision and Bronx being close to death. | brought him back, but | 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." | 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 but comforting at the same time. There is no pain, no emotion, no time, just darkness. In this emptiness, | 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. | let it guide me through the darkness. Am | going toward the solace of death or the warmth of the world of the living? | 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 | left behind and refills my spirit with emotions. | sense it placing a healing warm glow around Saint's soul. | know he is there with me, being pulled away from the ether but he still feels separate from me.

"Bronx, come back, Sweetheart,” | hear it now. Kas's voice calling to me, “| need you to tell me where you are, Bronx,"

her voice. It isn't in the air and it isn't my imagination or

are you?" | call out, desperate to be closer to

open my eyes. It's daylight now. Kas is not here.

hands and knees to the window. She wants to know where | am. I look out and see an old

of a human church,” | say out loud. | have no idea how she is communicating with me but | figure my best bet is to speak out loud. "Kas, | can't feel Saint,"

for me, Sweetheart. We are coming,

to and from the window, completely exhausted me. My fingertips feel numb. | close my eyes again praying to the Moon Goddess, | don't

kkk

"Bronx!"

you hear

| try to open my eyes but it's a struggle. | don't have the strength to even

Henri?” | whisper. There are other voices

try to call out but | can't. I'm too weak.

my Goddess! Bronx!" Milo runs over to me

| let the tears |

"Saint's gone,” | whisper.

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

medic uniform rushes into the room. She pulls a morphine pen from her medical bag and injects me. My mind fades into a

being jostled around. | 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. | fall back into the dreamless sleep. | wake up again for a moment, laying in the back of a bumpy SUV before | fade out once more. | wake again to Milo carrying

getting you to bed. There’s no way you can stand right now. Henri and | are going to give you another

Kas here?" |

responds sympathetically. | look to see Henri is directly behind him, pulling out more tubing and

lean all my weight onto him. Henri pokes a needle into his arm, then into mine. |

Mason, may | have your permission to help heal you with magic? | believe | will only be able to slow the blood loss. Your wolf will need

anything they are saying anyway. The world i s fading in and out as | lean heavily on Milo. A wave of comfort gently washes over me. "Kas?" | can smell her fresh rain and lilac scent,

clean your wounds, then you can go lay down with your mate,”

| look up to see there are several witches, James, and Marco all gathered around a large bed. Kas is laying on her stomach, still