Forever in the Past and Forever in the Future

Bronx’s POV

Once we get home, we settle back into our regular routines. Most notably, training. In addition to the private defense lessons she still takes with James and Marco, Kas starts joining training sessions with the pack Walriors in the mornings too. She's a firecracker. We quickly find she is too strong to fight with the female warriors. They're not even a challenge for her after a couple of months. She and Lex are getting stronger by the day. Once we put her in the ring with the male walriors, she’s vicious. Don’t get me wrong. It is hard to watch all those guys put their hands on my mate. It is even more difficult not to step in the ring and attack someone when she takes a hard hit or kick. I do my best to hold myself back. Kas can take down most warriors twice her weight, except for some of the most elite who have been fighting for years. But it is evident even some of them are doomed, it's only a matter of time as she learns more techniques. I told her I'm only willing to fight her once she can beat Milo, so that seems to be her goal.

The day finally comes when she gets to face Reggie. He looks terrified. How the Hell is he supposed to try to beat upa woman who is not only his Luna but also basically his little sister.

"Bronx, don’t make me do this, man," he calls from the center of the ring. The walriors around the ring giggle and boo at him.

"Do you submit to Kas, Reggie? Cause if you do, Milo’s up!" I call back to him with a smirk.

He looks at Kas who is already in a defensive stance, "Come on Reggie, don't be a weenie,” she taunts with an adorable little growl.

Laughs and jeers come from around the ring. Reggie just drops his shoulders and looks at her helplessly.

"I'm sorry. You guys can call me what you want but I can't do that to Kas. I submit," Reggie says with his hands in the air.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see James and Marco give each other a high five. They should be proud. They have done a great job training her.

lucky day," the lead trainer bids Milo

grin and waves to the crowd before facing Kas. The crowd around the

gonna murder him," Saint

Ghost is pretty

my mate better than anyone. Besides you, Ghost is my best friend. Lex is

and watch the beat down, dummy,” he

out, three-second pin, or knock out. Oh and wolf strength only, no using your abilities, Luna,” the trainer announced, "You both ready?" Kas nods, completely locked in on her target. She looks like she could

one foot to the other and

way. Kas and Milo stare each other down as they size each other up. Milo is a foot taller than Kas and more than a hundred pounds heavier than her. He’s not as big as me but she’s

Slapping her with his long reach. The sound can be heard across the ring. Sounds of oohing come from spectators around the ring. I can feel anger rising in my chest. I can't tell if it is coming from her, Saint, or just me watching someone try to attack my mate. I fight the urge to jump in the ring

raking his eyes. All of her moves have to be perfect to make up for her small size. James and Marco have turned her into a true technician when it comes to self-defense. She has no fear

up, kicking him square in the nose drawing first blood. He drops with a thud after losing his forward momentum and rolls out of the way,

how much of a challenge she actually is as an opponent. Kas inches toward him, trying to gauge his reach and speed. He lunges at her again, now with more power using his wolf strength coming from all fours. He hooks her around the waist like a football tackle, making me flinch. Everyone can see the contact knocks the wind being out of her but before she hits the ground, she’s able to get one arm under his. She uses the backward momentum to her advantage and uses a modified jiu-jitsu throw, arching her back and letting his body roll over hers as she falls.

down, she rolls on top of him, straddling her weight directly over his chest with her knees

to get enough leverage. Each time she raises herself, her knees dig further into the insides of Milo’s