Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Chapter 20

Once we are laying down and have had an opportunity to calm down, Marco pulls me close so we can let our bodies become tangled together.

"Okay, Marco. No more stalling. What happened today? What was the emergency on the fifth floor? Why did we get sent home?" I ask, brushing my fingers across his cheek and jaw.

He sighs and looks past me. He closes his eyes for a long second before he looks back at me. His eyes are slightly glossy, as if there are tears behind his eyes.

“Kas attacked James. She didn't just attack him, she tried to kill him. She ripped his throat open with her bare hands. He almost died today,” he says before rolling onto his back, looking at the ceiling. He rubs his hand over his eyes and forehead.

I sit up in disbelief, “Oh my Goddess. Are you serious? Why? Why would she do that? And of all wolves...how did she possibly get the best of James?”

“I'm completely serious. As for the rest of the questions, I've got no idea. I don't know what possessed her,” he shakes his head at the ceiling, "I heard the commotion and went inside thinking James must've caught someone trying to get in through a window or something. I don't know. But when I opened the door, she was in full attack mode and he was bleeding out.”

“Marco, I-I don't know what to say. I-,” I can't finish because I really don't know what to say.

“I don't need you to say anythin', Musu. Just being here listening is enough,” he looks at me with a weak smile. He pauses, then looks back up to the ceiling. He covers his eyes with the heels of his hands and speaks again. His voice shakes now, “For half a second, I considered shooting her, Musu. I almost shot my Luna. Clash stopped me. He wouldn't let us hurt her.”

He takes his hands away from his eyes and blinks hard, trying to fight back the tears, "She was doing exactly what we taught her to do if she needed to protect herself from an attacker. Not use it against one of us. James and I turned her into that wolf."

"Marco, you can't think this was you or James's fault. You will get to talk to her soon enough and clear this whole thing up," I reassure him.

"As soon as I told her who she was attacking, she stopped, and tried to heal him. Like she actually didn't know. The look on her face. She was so surprised.”

Marco takes his job as the Luna's guard very seriously. So for him to say there was even an inkling of a thought of hurting her, I know it was serious. Marco, James, and the Luna all have a very close relationship. I can't even fathom any of them wanting to hurt the other.

"She healed him after she almost killed him?" I ask, with confusion.

“Well, she tried to heal him, but then she started having a vision, so she wasn't able to finish. We had to take him to the hospital wing. He's gonna make it. He's strong, but still. If she wasn't a healer, he wouldn't have made it."

able to do that to me, out there," I point to the

cold, but I just needed to not think about it for a little longer," he

how to feel about that. The mind of a true warrior, I guess. Able to set aside trauma as needed to live his life in the pack. If he was still on Milo's covert ops team, I would never know what he did at work, so I guess it would be the same mentality, but I would know less about

on my phone. Marco is still looking at the ceiling, lost in his thoughts. I take the phone from the nightstand and she's asking for a

what it means out of context, but I can find out later. I have more important

now. Take his mind

is most definitely not the

the perfect time. Do it! Don't

my eyes internally at

good time, but I think it is probably as good a time

leans up on his elbow, looking at

had a bad day at work and you got the bath ready

remember you fell

me to bed.

moment until I see the memory connect in his mind and he smiles

much, so I haven't had a

mind,” he takes my hand in his and gives it a

is so small I'm not

looks like he's stuck in time with my hand pressed against his lips. I feel like my heart just stopped. Is he upset?

yet but, you know, we haven't exactly been careful,” I try to justify. His eyes shift to mine as he slowly lets go of my

right here,” he says and gets out of bed. He pulls boxers out of the drawer, finds shorts and a shirt, and walks out of the room. He peaks back in," I'm serious, don't

the sheet up to cover myself, suddenly selfconscious, and look out the door curiously, waiting for him to come back. He put a shirt and shorts on to walk around the house? Half the time he gripes about

seems like he's gone for an eternity, but a minute later; he comes back in the room and gently pulls me so I'm sitting at the edge of

what are you doing? Please talk to me,"

stands in front of me, pacing for a moment, then kneels on the floor in front of the bed.