Tasha crossed her arms, averting her stare from Tyler to where Gavin and Jazmin Bickered.
“Guys. how much longer are we going to be here? I’m starving. We haven’t eaten anything since this
morning. I mean I get it, vampires don’t need to eat. But, we do. So can we go and get something already?” She scuffed as she rested her hip by a small table with a lamp.
Gavin huffed, undoing his stare from Jazmin. “I don’t know how the hell you two can eat so damn much. But fine, let’s go.” He turned towards Tyler who hung his head, and slumped his shoulders down. “For your sakes! I hope your little sister comes. Other wise, Damian is going to be upset and he is very unpredictable when he is angry.”
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Third Person POV
A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length.
He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip flops on to step outside.
“Blake son! Is that you?” The old wolf says.
The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.
“Grandpa… it’s me!” Blake responds the old wolf.
“I knew it. I could smell you a mile away. My old wolf Miles started wagging his damn tail and talking to me for the first time in three weeks since we smelled your scent.” He smiles as he comes close to Blake.
Blake embraces him and gives him a smile.
“It’s always so good to see you son. I haven’t seen you in over two years. How are you my boy?” He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go.
“Grandpa, I really need your help.” Blake hangs his head, his eyes threatening to perk with tears.
“What’s going on Blake?” Blake’s grandpa frowns, his voice going from a cheerful tone to a more melancholic tone.
“Grandpa, those archives you told me to look over, you were right. You were right about all of them. There’s a vampire by the name of Damian who is seeking revenge on our pack. But that’s not the only thing I fear.” He sits with his grandfather inside at the table.
“Well what else can be happening Blake son… talk to me?” His grandfather’s voice sounds hoarse and rugged.
“He’s after my mate. I left her under the care of my best warriors, but I’m afraid she may outsmart them and try to get in the way when I confront him.”
“What makes you think she will do that son?”
“She is my moon child grandpa. My mate is not just my Luna, but she is also my moon child.” Blake hangs his head and closes his eyes.
“Grandpa I can’t risk her life. I don’t want her getting hurt, I can’t loose her grandpa She means the
world to me.”
“So what will you do my boy?”
“I’m going to confront him! I’ll fight till the end until my own body gives up. But I will not allow him near my pack or my mate.” Blake narrows his eyebrows, his eyes darken as him and Xander growled.
“Very well my boy. I have something that is yours! It was destined to you and I think now is the right time to give it to you.” He slowly stands, and walks towards an old closet down his hallway.
He opens the creaking door and retrieves an old wooden case from inside. He turns slowly as his hand glides across the wall to maintain steady. He sits back across Blake, sitting the wooden case on top of the table.
Blake’s eyes glued to the book case, as his grandfather slowly opens it.
“Grandpa what is this?” He questions as his grandfather slowly turns the case, revealing a beautiful hand crafted dagger. A beautiful handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack’s symbol and the family’s last name in old English letters.
The dagger’s blade is made of pure silver. Mixed with white ash from an old ancient tree and dipped in Angel’s blood. The perfect combination that will end the life of a primordial vampire.
“I’m sure you took my advice and studied your stuff. You can not kill a primordial vampire with an ordinary silver dagger, a regular vampire perhaps… but it will not work on a primordial… just like the wolf bane will not work to kill a Primord wolf.” He smiles at Blake and sighs.
He pushes the case near Blake, and leans down against his chair. “No what you need, is this baby. An
enchanted Silver Dagger that is dipped in the Ashes of the Ancient Silver Maple Tree. It can kill a Primordial vampire, but only temporarily. The Dagger must remain in the heart of the Primordial vampire to keep them incapacitated, otherwise they will revive. But if you ask me, it’s best if you chop his damn head off.” His grandpa laughs, trying to ease off a bit of tension felt in the air.
Blake sighs. He closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his nose and pinches it.
“There is one other thing that is lethal to a primordial vampire Blake.” His grandpa lowers his head. His eyes water and a lump forms on his throat.
“Well!…. spill it gramps. what is it? I’ll do whatever it takes.”
He sighs and looks melancholic towards Blake. “The pure blood of a primordial werewolf. But, just the same, the blood of a pure Primord vampire is lethal to a Primord wolf.”
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Third Person POV
Damian sat on the passenger’s side. His elbow prompted on top of the window of the suv as he stares out through his dark aviator shades.
“Two years I gave her a bit over two years to rest. Now, I’m coming for you my lovely. Rest assure! I will
either take you home, or take your head but either way, I will have you. You’re mine Selene! You must
be mine!” He gritted his teeth. Clenched his jaw as his hand fisted tightly turning his knuckles white.
He hits the glove compartment, bending it in right through the middle.