Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Bronx's POV

Instead of an actual training, we have a class scheduled for other packs to understand our training programs. Wedo a ten-mile warm-up for those who want to participate, then we move onto the presentation. We have a few pack walriors who will be doing some demonstrations while I walk through our programs.

I'm explaining the benefits of rest days where there is only light cardio and stretching when I feel a whisper on my neck. I flinch and look to the right, fully expecting to have to chastise Kas for leaving the packhouse without a guard but she’s not there. I smile to myself as I look at my watch. It's her meditation hour. She just reached out and touched me. My heart thumps a little harder knowing she is thinking about me. “Okay, now can we go see our mate? She wants to see us,” Saint begs. He doesn't understand why we have to spend a full day apart when she is inside our apartment.

“No, Saint. Later this evening. You and Lex will get to spend time together, then Kas and I will.”

“Fine,” he huffs and goes to pout in the back of my mind.

After a successful exhibition, we answer questions and offer to provide some of the packs our services through packages we had established through MasonCo. While yes, all packs need to be able to protect themselves and have strong warriors and security systems, Blood River is not a charity. We head back to Milo's apartment to get ready. I'm in the bathroom shaving when I hear a knock at the front door. Milo calls me to come out. He is seriously interrupting me right now?

I sigh and put down the razor. I graba towel, it's on the smaller side, so it doesn’t fit all the way around my waist. [have to hold it with one hand with part of my ass hanging out. I make my way to the living room, “Milo, I'm getting ready, what’s so important that you need to interru-" I stop in my tracks as I come out of the bathroom, I realize Carly is standing there with a gift box. That's right, my assistant is standing in the living room and I'm in a damn towel. Not even a whole towel, half a towel with my ass hanging out. °

"Uh, hi Carly," I say, rubbing my hand on the back of my neck. I can feel a blush on my face.

red and she is trying to avert her eyes from looking at me. Milo and Reggie are in the corner laughing so hard they can't breathe. Of course, they would think it would be funny. James looks very uncomfortable, like he wants to laugh but knows he shouldn't. We have

out her hand with the box. It looked big enough to be a bow tie but Kas had already

bows and turns to leave as quickly as

closing it,

my Beta and Gamma who are wiping tears of laughter from their faces, “You two are assholes.”

shake the box and feel a little shifting inside. I toss it to Milo,

Milo salutes, still giggling

and undershirt on. No sense in putting on the collared shirt and bow tie until

open it. Inside is an eye patch. It is olive- colored velvet with small silver olive leaves attached to either side where the elastic strap connects to the patch. It is stunning. I flip it over to put it on. Isee a small word embroidered into the silk liner. 'Forever'. I rub

that thing is nice, Bronx. Best one yet,” Milo

patches, I do everything I can to avoid the general public from seeing me without one. It's one of the few things

out onto the pack territory with a sense of calm. I think about how I get to share

compared to what I want to give her. I would give her the world if I could. ° Mrs. Miller brings us a late

ton of photos. He is leaving to head up to my apartment when Carly comes in to fetch us. She seems more

has barely set and it's quickly getting dark out. The ceremony area is beautiful. Everything is white with touches of dark green. White twinkle lights hang overhead. The stage usually reserved for my announcement of the Summer Solstice blessing, is currently set up for the wedding ceremony. The music changes and Carly motions for us to walk up the aisle. We wave to friends and family as we make our way to the platform. Henri is already there, shaking