Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Bronx's POV

As soon as my guard Tyree told me an omega was trying to get in my suite, I left the party and rushed upstairs. My wolf, Saint, urged me to hurry.

“Something’s wrong. We need to get to her now,” he growls. 

I don’t have any pack secrets in the suite but that doesn't mean I want a stranger going in without my permission. As we turn the corner, we see a scrawny little girl at the end of the hall struggling to push open the heavy door of my suite.

The scent of fresh rain and lilacs wafts in the air, somehow making me feel less angry.

The girl looks up at us from under her baseball cap when Tyree yells at her. I can’t see her face from the shadow of the hat, but I don’t need to. I’m immediately drawn to her. My heart almost skips a beat.

“Mate,” Saint cries out, taking over control of my body. He strides over and roughly pushes her against the door. I feel my fangs extending as I deeply breathe in her scent. 

“Saint, don’t you DARE mark her,” I warn, pulling on his consciousness, trying to regain control. He growls, but pulls back slightly.

At that moment all Hell breaks loose. Saint immediately acts to protect his newly found mate, resulting in the Silver Moon Luna ending up with a broken wrist and the drunk Alpha getting punched by one of his own people. My pack members put themselves in the middle to prevent me from attacking someone.

During the commotion, I feel a small tap on my arm and a sweet little voice whisper, “Help.”

I turn to see the girl looking up at me. The color of her eyes instantly shocks me. They’re as purple as UV lights. Her hair is an odd sparkly gray color. I feel a pang of pain when I notice how sickly gaunt and pale she is. As I take in her features, her eyes roll back in her head and she passes out.

A familiar scent hits my nose as I catch her falling body. Blood. My hands and the door behind her are covered in it. Saint didn’t claw her. What the Hell happened?

“Hospital wing! NOW!” I roared, stopping the Silver Moon pack members in their tracks.

***

"What are we going to do, Bronx?" Lenora asks. She is sitting in the back of the SUV holding my mate on her lap during a fuel stop. She wipes some stray hairs out of Kas's sleeping face. I take the last drag of my cigarette and stamp it out on the ground.

"I don't know, but we’ll figure it out. We’re her family now. She's obviously not the future Luna we were expecting but I don't care. She's mine and no one will ever hurt her again."

Lenora and I switch places and I finally get to hold my mate in my arms. I breathe in her amazing fresh rain and lilac scent. Having her close to me gives me a sense of calm I have not felt in years, if ever. I have waited for so long to find her. I almost lost hope. I will treasure her for the rest of our lives.

“You gonna be okay?" Lenora asks.

“Yeah. I'll tell the driver to pull over if there's a problem," I reassure her before she closes the door.

I look closer at the beautiful girl. There are small scars at her jawline and near her ears, but in my eyes, they only add to her stunning beauty. I take a few of her silver hairs in my fingers. It's like nothing I've ever seen; like a wig of silver filament but it isn't a wig. It is just how her hair is. Her breath hitches as she sighs in her sleep. I tuck the hairs behind her ear and pull her closer to me.

is clearly not in any shape to give them answers. She flinches and shivers at the noises and talking around

the room so

her into a clean hospital gown, they check her vitals.  Her heart is racing even though she is sitting still. The stress of everything is too much for her, so they decide to sedate her to finish the

the nurses is standing in the corner crying, being consoled by another nurse. I approach the bed and look at my mate's back in horror. I can't remember seeing something so gruesome in my life. Her wolf has mostly healed her, so there are only a few open wounds but every inch of the rest of her back is covered red, raw scars on top of old healed scars, on top of even older scars

hand to her mouth, gripping my

my head at the sight. I shake in anger and ball my hands into fists. I let out a low growl that shakes the room causing the medical staff to take a step back and bow their

and destroy him. How could anyone do this to another werewolf? Let alone a child. A child who was

needs to be Kas and only Kas. Nothing else matters, no one

else is. She always knows just what to say. I'm grateful to have her by

whatever tests you need to finish and we can have the rest this conversation in your office. Make her as comfortable as possible,” I order, walking away

some of the built up anger. The birds stop chirping and even the crickets are silent. I undress and shift to let Saint out for a run. He needs to blow off

so Kas being underweight and malnourished are his biggest concerns. They can't tell exactly how old she is, except that she is at least seventeen. Her fast

rogue Alpha and

asshole if I can help it," I respond, trying not to let Saint's anger influence me again, "Our focus needs to be on her

ever even catch a whiff of his

color. They say it could be from malnutrition but not likely. Every blood test comes back clean. There are a few unusual genetic markers but she is a pure werewolf, not a hybrid. Not that it matters, but we want to make sure she is getting the correct treatment for whatever

her overnight for evaluation but then let me take her upstairs. I carry her to the

old room to help comfort her. She sleeps for three days. Occasionally she wakes up whimpering and confused. We feed her applesauce or pudding, but she only eats a bite or two before falling

doctor checks on her everyday and says she can sleep as long as she wants. She's been through a lot of trauma and it is her mind's way of protecting her. I only leave her side to freshen up

fruit in the kitchenette, so there is something to eat in case she wakes up. I hear some stirring

a soft

I put down the pineapple and walk around the corner. Relief floods over me when I see

to stand up but falls

down, dummy! You're

set it down and kneel on the floor in front of her, hoping it will be less intimidating for her if I'm

going to hurt you. You're safe now," I reach my hand out but the look on her face becomes more desperate,

hand away, I notice her eyes flash black. Without warning, she thrusts her palm out toward my face and

broke my nose?! What

my face, waiting for the pain

she would

look up to an

from under the solid oak bed frame. I bend down and look. Sure enough, I see

think I fucked up," I say

"Yeah. Well said, dummy."

Kas's POV