Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

The next day, Bronx decides he wants to go downstairs for dinner.

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? The doctor said you need to take it easy for another few days,” | ask as he is putting on a button- down shirt.

“Yeah Baby.I have some apologizing to do. No.I have a lot of apologizing to do. To everyone. I'm not going to hide up here in my apartment.I have to face the music,” he says resolutely. He puts on a dark blue eye patch to match his clothes and looks himself over in the mirror. He looks handsome with his inky black hair slicked back and olive toned face freshly shaven.

As we walk into the dining room a hush falls over the crowd.I give Bronx's hand a reassuring squeeze and he leads us to the front of the room. He stands in front of our table and faces the dining room.

He looks out over our pack, takes a deep breath, and eats crow. He fully admits that he got carried away with trying to protect me and he was wrong. He assures everyone that things will be different moving forward and that I will be more involved in pack related decisions moving forward. Then he apologizes to everyone for commanding them to treat me poorly. He publicly asks everyone to go back to loving and respecting me the way that he knows they do. He promises to do better because that is what the pack deserves before he thanks everyone for their loyalty and sits down. There are cheers around the room and some of the children run up to hug me. I kneel down and hug each and every one of them back. It is the best feeling knowing that things are going back to normal.

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Summer Solstice celebration will be part of our wedding. So instead of just the Blood River pack, there will be a ton of other people there, leaders from packs around the world, Elder Council members, and even

commits to having the new packhouse rebuilt by the beginning of June so we would be ready for the influx of visitors. Ashley helps me come up with decorations, flowers, and place settings. If she ever

plenty of room in the field behind the packhouse. The staff says they are more than happy to make the campsites

Wellington. She and I research recipes and perfect cooking techniques at a blistering pace. Bronx doesn’t seem to mind. Probably because he gets to taste test everything. Delilah offers to help Mrs. Miller with the cake but wants to keep the details a surprise, so I knew that was going to be amazing too. The entire pack refuses to let me worry about anything. The one thing they can’t help me with is a dress. Every time I think about it, I get anxious. Even if my vision can't come true, what if a different wolf tries to come after me? I know Ryan is dead, his body is still in the morgue but Silver Moon refuses to come to Blood River to retrieve his body, so he will stay there indefinitely. Bronx says it is not our responsibility to give him a proper burial or

attendance at the first session. It turns out, Marco had let all his friends know and they jumped at the chance to learn from their Luna. Every week, I  teach them a new simple, healthy entree, and sometimes we add in a dessert too. | had no idea how messy cooking could be until I try to teach a bunch of men whose hands are way too big for the utensils. They may be masters of precision when it comes to blade skills in battle, but

I have the phone in my hand and I just need to hit the little green dial button, but | can’t bring myself to do it. Bronx comes into the living room and plops down

he pulls me down onto his lap

so scared every time I try

jumps up, hits the call button, and runs into

my fiancé would need to make my appointment for me. I can only

what