“Fair enough! Please, follow me. I think it’s time, you found out the truth! And we put a stop at this senseless war between you and Keiran. You two should not have been fighting from the start. It is my pack’s fault you two are at war. I need to make this right.”
He makes his way towards the long corridor and into a room in the far corner leading to an old library.
Countless archives and books in store similar to the ones in Blake’s archives. Massive pictures drawn by hand of past members.
Blake’s eyes go wide and his mouth pursed partially open as he comes across three beautiful women. The middle one, a picture of Selene dressed in a beautiful blue gown, her hair brown and eyes full of light as she always has.
Harou’s mouth forms into a smile as he sees Blake’s reaction.
“Oh! Lady Elena. I bet you miss her right? You and her have always somehow made it back to each other. The love you and her share has been inspiring to many of us.”
To her side, a portrait of a young women in a dark purple dress with dark features and deep green eyes and to the other a beautiful native women with silver grey eyes and dark black hair. All three in beautiful gowns and impeccable attired jewels.
“Who are the other two women?” Blake questions. As he comes closer to Selene’s drawn portrait. Running his fingers through the picture and realizing he misses her more then he’d hope for.
The one on the right is lady Candace, she was my mate.” His voice becomes melancholic and low. His eyes glossy and full of sadness.
“And the other woman?” He stares at her momentarily as he returns his gaze to Selene.
Harou slowly walks in front of the portrait. He looks at her and sighs as his eyes turn glossy and he hangs his head.
“This is lady Emma. She-” He sighs as he turns to Blake and hangs his head.
“She was Kieran’s mate.”
“What do you mean was? Did she not reincarnate like you imply that has been happening to us? And who is this Keiran you speak of?
Harou walks further towards a wall that is draped with a long dark burgundy curtain. He slowly glides it to the side and reveals three more portraits.
Blake’s eyes widen as he gets the shock of his eyes. Revealing a portrait similarly drawn as the girls, before Blake and Harou. Three portraits of three men in old English gentlemen suits.
To the right, a picture of Harou himself; In the middle, a picture of Blake with darker eyes in a deep green and hazel; and to the right, a picture of Damian, or as Harou likes to call him, Keiran.
Blake nods in disbelief. “This, can’t be real. This is What is this?”
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– 5, 000 B. C.
AUTHORS NOTE: This Chapter is about the beginning of the Primords. Each character is named by their ancestral name. Underneath I will give you a list of their names so you can follow along with this Chapter and you don’t get lost.
Blake – Alarick Selene- Elena Tyler- Dylan Damian- Keiran
Emma- Damian’s mate
Harou- Lord of the Primord Lycan’s Candace- Harou’s mate
Joseph- Colonel Coelhelm descendants or great great great grandfather Carrie- as herself (Selene’s birth mother)
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“Alarick come on we have to go inside, everyone is waiting on us!” Elena giggles. Her body prompted against the wall of the hallway leading to the dinning hall where the rest are waiting. Her beautiful gown flows elegantly on her body with natural curls adorning her like a crown.
“Just one more kiss darling. They will hardly even notice we were late.” Alarick sends shivers down her spine as he continuously kisses her neck, his hands tight on both sides of her waist. Her giggles tickling his neck but he can’t help wanting to kiss his wife any chance he gets. After all, they are newlyweds.
“Alaric! We have to go. I promise I will make it up to you soon as we return to our home.” She slowly places her hands around his neck.
He sighs deeply, resting his head comfortably on the crook of her neck, moving his arms fully around her waist.
“Ok! Fine. . . Let’s go in sweetheart. I guess it wouldn’t be polite for me to go inside late to our first event as a couple. Keiran would be pretty upset.” Alarick chuckles as he cups her face and gives her one last kiss before taking her hand.
Carrie pats his shoulder softly as she gives them a playful smile “Alarick? Elena? Are you two going inside for the joining of the packs ceremony? Or are you two going to stand out here kissing all night?” Elena’s face turns red and she hides in Alarick’s chest.
“Mother! Glad to see you finally come out of your study room.” She smiles over Alarick’s shoulder greeting Carrie with a polite smile.
Alarick slowly turns, his hand going around Elena’s waist and greets Carrie with a kiss to her hand.
“Carrie. Where are my manners? Good evening to you as well.” Alarick’s aura always mortified Carrie, but she managed to hide her fright in front of him.
“Alpha! God evening to you as well. Shall we?” She gestures her hand softly towards the room.
Distant slaughters and pleasant conversations are heard behind the hand carved massively large doors.
Alarick opens the door and allows Carrie to enter first. Following by Elena. Alarick stops her, pulling her back by her waist and placing a kiss on her forehead. “I love you darling.” He whispers in her ear sending a shiver down her spine.
She smiles, closing her eyes and embracing the warm feeling of his presence. “And I love you more my handsome man. Now, shall we go in?” She smiles and places her hand on his chest.
He smiles, and takes her hand leading her inside.