Why had he never noticed this place before? He had passed so many times close by, yet he had never noticed this place before.
“Please follow me your highness. We are almost there. Everyone is expecting you.”
“Everyone?”
The white wolf pauses and turns slowly, shifting back to his human form.
“Yes, everyone. My apologies, but outside of this portal, we are not allowed to shift back. I can shift here to either my human form and leave as a human, or shift to my wolf and leave as a wolf. But I can not transform out there back to my other form. We are limited to our magic. My name is Calisto, at your service. I have served your pack since the beginning of time.” Calisto continues to walk towards the cottage and Blake follows, unable to comprehend what is happening.
“I don’t think I follow. What do you mean you have served my pack? If you’re here, then how do you serve us?”
Calisto smiles and turns slightly looking at Blake as they come to the doors. He waves his hand towards the guards and they signal inside for the guards to open.
The door creeks with an open as they are greeted by many older looking men inside dressed in old robes sitting around a large wooden table and old handmade chairs.
They turn to the sound of the opening and stand. Some gaps and whisper among themselves, others smile and come close to both Blake and Calisto.
“You found him!” An old man with white hair, a long beard and old grey eyes embraces Blake.
He widens his eyes and stands gasped.
“Yes your highness. I have finally found Alarick.” Calisto smiles as does the old man.
Blake stands there confused. ” I’m sorry did you say Alarick? My name is not Alarick, it’s Blake.” He narrows his eyebrows in confusion, staring between the two.
The old man frowns, looking at Calisto with Melancholy in his sight.
“Calisto why is he-”
“My apologies master Dolphus. Harou was right. He does not remember who he is. The transition of his soul to his new rebirth has made him oblivious to his past lives. It seems that things have changed this time around. We must speak with Harou. Seek his advice.”
Dolphus hangs his head in disbelief and sighs as his eyes shut tightly.
He brings his hands forward and leans them on Blake’s shoulders. Placing a hand to his neck and looking in his eyes, smiling at him in sincerity; something in him asserts him, knowing things will be just fine.
“Very well. Harou should be coming back soon from his daily routine. Alarick, please have a seat with us.” He gestures Blake to the table as the men remain on their feet and make way to allow him to sit.
He slowly averts his sight from one man to the other. All giving him a smile and tilting their head in reverence to his presence.
“Alarick, it’s good to see you again sir. This place has felt isolated and sad without you and Keiran.”
“Keiran? I’m sorry I don’t quit feel like I follow. Someone explain to me why you are calling me Alarick? And who the hell is Keiran?” Blake hated feeling confused. Everything they were saying was just confusing him more and more each time. Nothing made sense to him.
The door suddenly bursts open. A lycan walks in unannounced. Blake’s sudden reaction was to stand and go in attack mode. His canines exposed along with his nails on his hands elongating and eyes dark. Threatening to shift onto Xander.
“Calm down Xander! It’s just me. Nico. Let me shift back to Harou and we can sit down and talk. Ok?”
Nico, the name of Harou’s Lycan form walks slowly inside, giving Xander the opportunity to retract and allow Blake to return. His hands slowly in front of him as he waves them slowly to allow Xander to relax.
“Why are you here? Why is there a Lycan in this place? This better not be a fucking trap because I will make every single one of you pay for this treachery.” Blake’s eyes return to their honey brown, retracting his canines and nails return to normality.
Nico shifts back, and in his place a young man with deep blue eyes and golden hair no taller than Blake stands in front. Slowly one of the man comes around and drapes him in a robe similar to theirs.
Harou walks closer to Blake smiling. Without hesitation, he pulls Blake by the back of his neck, embracing him tightly and laughing.
“It’s so fucking good to see you Al! I missed the hell out of you man!” He pulls away, one hand still holds Blake’s neck and the other on his bicep. Blake stairs at him with a blank and confused gaze.
None of it making sense to him.
“Why do you keep calling me Alarick!? Like I said-” Blake pulls away and turns facing the others, and slowly turns back towards Harou.
“My name, is Blake! Alpha of the Primords pack. And I am wasting my time here. I have a war that needs to come to an end. And I must leave now! Before things get worse.” He begins to walk away, but Harou pulls him back, pulling his arm tight. The two are eye to eye and Blake let’s out a growl.
“Alarick please! Just listen. I knew the transition this time was going to be disastrous. But you gotta hear me out! Please brother? Ten minutes!”
He turns, placing a hand over his waist and the other running his fingers through his hair in frustration. He turns back to Blake and stairs at him, a sad expression in his face.
“Al-. . I mean Blake! Please? Just give me ten minutes. That’s all I ask. Ten minutes so I can explain
to you all that’s happening and all that has been going on.”
Blake clenches his jaw, his hands crossed over his chest. He tilts his head up and sighs.
“Fine. Ten minutes, and no more. After that, I’m leaving, and if any of you dares to stand in my way I will tear you apart.” The men glance between Blake and Harou in silence.