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.

ake

myself to being overwhelmed by the number of people who want to help. By the end of February, just about everything is planned. The 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 witches from the

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 wanted to

housekeeping omegas also come up with a cute idea of renting tents for people who want a more outdoorsy experience during their stay. There is plenty of room in the field behind the packhouse. The staff says they are more than happy to make the campsites and keep them supplied with firewood, snacks, and

the menus, specialty drinks, foods to supply guests out in the tents or suites. We take inspiration from all over the place, each meal from a different part of the world. The wedding reception will feature Beef 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

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.

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 asks as he pulls me down onto his lap and runs

a dress. I just get so scared every time I

jumps up, hits the call button, and runs into the bedroom.

What are you doing?!” How embarrassing that my fiancé would need to make my appointment for me. I can only imagine

you want the girls to wear?” “Olive green, why? Wait! Bronx, what are you saying to them?!” but he shuts the door in my face instead of answering me. I growl and pound once on the door, then sit