Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Once we settled on the flight, we all get to get to know Musu better. She is originally from Sierra Leone. Her mother is Beta Pierre’s second chance mate. So Musu moved to Lune D’or when she was thirteen. Her accent is so elegant, it’s almost hypnotizing. She tells us how much she has traveled internationally and how much she has enjoyed it.

“I have a question. How many languages do you speak exactly?” Delilah asks out of curiosity.

“I speak seven languages. Krio, English, French, Cantonese, Farsi, Dutch, and Greek. I love linguistics. I find that I’m able to catch on to new languages quickly,” Musu proudly marks off the count with her fingers. I notice Marco admiring his mate but he has a concerned look on his face. If I had not spent so much time with him, I probably would not have noticed the subtlety.

Hearing about Musu’s diverse background and love for languages sparks an idea in my mind. I tuck the thought away for later. She is a charming woman who is a wonderful storyteller. I can’t wait for everyone else to get to know her.

When we land at the airport, I pull Marco aside under the ruse of needing to discuss training schedules while we wait for our luggage to be unloaded. "Marco, you looked worried about something on the plane. Is everything alright?" I question.

"I-I think so, Kas. I just...Musu is so smart. What if I'm not good enough for her. What if she gets bored of me. She's been all over the world. I'm justa glorified hit man," he mopes, slumping his shoulders.

We both turn to look at her while she speaks excitedly about something with Delilah. I hear him give a sigh of defeat beside me.

"Marco. First of all, the Moon Goddess knows what she is doing. Secondly, you have so much you can teach her. You have a whole language and culture she didn't mention knowing about. You have a whole lifetime to make new memories and to travel with her. She can learn just as much from you as you can from her," I reassure him.

"I didn't think of it that way. Thanks, Kas. I appreciate the pep talk, he smiles as we head back to our group.

kkK

When we get back to the packhouse, we notice everyone is flustered and on edge.

“What's going on?” Bronx asks an omega who is walking briskly past the entrance.

“Oh Alpha! I'm so happy you're back! Beta Lenora is in labor! The baby is coming! the girl says to him with a sense of panic.

hospital wing?” he asks

this morning,” the

three weeks. Come on!” We drop our bags and sprint to the hospital wing. Milo is pacing in

you in there?” I ask

today but this morning she woke up and the sheets were covered in blood,” Milo’s eyes looked distant and distressed

know we've got the best doctors in that room. Let’s walk down the hall, burn some of that energy. We won't go far, just down there. The doctor

distance between the door and the end of the hall

and step inside, closing it lightly behind

and pulls down her mask to greet me, “Hello Luna, now may

anything my healing abilities can do, I want to offer my

she says with a furrowed brow. She pulls the mask back up and goes to whisper in the doctor’s ear. He looks over and sees me and says something back to her. “Well, Luna, let's

fully covered ina gown, a cap, and a mask. I walk over to

sweetie. I'm here. I’m here to help,” I say to her as wipe her damp hair out of her face. She is pale and sweaty and her green eyes are red and puffy from crying. It's a distressing contrast to the strong-willed, bossy Lenora that I know and love.

her getting weak. Please help me,” Lenora cries before she contorts and screams from another

but I need you to try to stay as still as possible. Just think about wanting your baby to live, not about being afraid of what could

nods and sniffs, “Okay Kas, I trust you. Please

can keep doing whatever it is you need to. This won’t interfere,” I inform

a two for one. Lenora

Let's do this, "

of the fibers pulling back together, stronger than ever. Creating a solid bond with the baby’s belly button. Then I focus on the baby herself. She is weak from the stress of early labor and not having enough to eat. I pull the chemicals related to both of their stress and replace it with calming healing energy, stabilizing Lenora’s muscles around her so they will stop contracting, pulling nutrients from other areas of Lenora’s body and filtering them to

energy until there is no more I can do for her and I open my eyes. The doctors and nurses are all standing back looking at me in awe as the light that surrounded us dims and extinguishes. I assume at some point, they would get used to it, but I haven’t healed enough people yet for it to be acommonplace event. Lenora still looks pale, but she has lost a lot of blood, so it’s to

room with Bronx trailing behind, “Why'd the noise stop? Lenora? Are you