Alpha Blake

Chapter 31 Damian’s Back

  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 a combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

  "Grandpa... it's me!" Blake responds to 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 smiles at him.

  "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.

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

Blake son...talk to

care of my best warriors, but I'm afraid she may outsmart them and try to get in the way when I

think she will

just my Luna, but she is also my moon child." Blake hangs his head and closes

her life. I don't want her getting

what will

gives up. But I will not allow him near my pack or my mate." Blake narrows his eyebrows, his eyes darkening as he and Xander growled.

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

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

are glued to the bookcase, as his grandfather slowly opens it.

 "Grandpa, what is this?" He questions as his grandfather slowly turn the case, revealing a beautifully handcrafted dagger. A beautifully handcrafted handle, perfectly polished and engraved with the pack's symbol and the family's last name in old English

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

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 wolfbane will not

Blake and leans down against his chair. "No... 

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

closes his eyes and puffs his cheeks as his hand comes over his

to a primordial vampire Blake." His grandpa lowers his head. His eyes water and a lump forms

gramps... what is it? I'll do whatever

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