Demons

Chapter 13 - "I Had A Chat With Our 'Son'"

Kate's pov:
The months after little Damian was born, I naturally looked for traits of my own father in him. Of course, I saw a lot of Blake and that was nothing but charming, but I was hoping to see some traits of the man that I called 'dad'. I never found any. It's almost funny that it was Blake's father, as psychopathic and dangerous as he is, who brought that up in the open. I've thought about it, for years I have been, but it's always just been stuck inside my head. As Damian continued to grow, I didn't see any resemblance to the man I called dad. Instead, I saw so much more of Gray...

Blake hasn't said much since we left the woods. During these past four years, he hasn't said anything despite of the fact that he too noticed some of the resemblance to Gray in our son. Blake didn't mention any of it, probably because he was happy to not see much of his own father in Damian. I have however found myself curious about why that is...that Damian looks so much like my uncle...unless Blake's father told us the truth out there and Gray actually was my biological father without me ever knowing.

It's like he actually said – people aren't who you think they are. I thought I knew everything. I thought was a daughter of an Alpha and Luna in an uncomplicated setting, but that might as well have been a lie. They probably shielded me from all the drama when I was growing up. Even after my father...well, whatever he is now, died, and after Gray died four years after that, my mother didn't tell me. I thought I deserved to know that much...of course, that is if he's even right. I can't let him mess with my head like this.

It's not even late when I look at the time. The darkness has yet to sink in above us as I'm sitting in Alec's room, on the extra bed where Damian and Ivy seem to be fast asleep. I pull the covers even more over them and make sure they're sleeping tightly as Blake enters the room. Alec and Robbie are obviously already here and the silence becomes even more dominating than it already has been this past half hour.

- What's the status out there?

Robbie asks as he's sitting on the edge of Alec's bed.

- 24 guards down, another twelve are barely hanging on...

Blake answered as she sits down guttered on one of the chairs opposite to the beds. He buries his face in his hands. I sit still on the kids' bed, keeping a watch over them for a moment, Damian in particular, before I turn my head back towards him.

- It's really him, isn't it?

Alec asks rather restrained. I sense Robbie grab his hand. I can only assume that Alec too has some memories he'd be better off without. Blake simply nods as he looks thoughtful...but from where I'm sitting, he's clueless as to what to do next.

- Oh, it's him. His claws, his teeth and his mind-games...

Blake answers after a while. He takes a deep breath. So do I after a while. It doesn't take a genius to realize that we're not particularly safe anymore. Most of our strongest guards are dead or fighting to stay alive. What we now have left is a bunch of mothers and their children. Though a mother's strength is not to be underestimated by anyone, Blake's father is something different. We have 24 dead werewolves, top-trained warriors, to prove that.

For a while, nobody says a word. I guess that's because we all know that Blake has to make a decision of some sort and he doesn't know what it is. He either has to try and protect the pack like he tried to tonight, or he needs to figure out a way to get to his father. Something gives me the idea that he's not too fond of either of the options because he knows his father in the worst possible way.

His father is a monster. I remember that moment he snapped the third in command's neck. It took less than the time it takes for the human eye to blink. He easily could've killed me then and there too. Questions is; why didn't he? For some reason I fear that he has far more dangerous and intimidating plans than to just kill people that stand in his way...