Alpha Blake

Perfidy

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's, descendant or great great great grandfather
Carrie- as herself (Selene's birth mother)

Third Person POV

Carrie and Joseph wait until the night falls. Everyone begins to descend to their dormitories and though Candace is still feeling a little weak, she is taken to her room with Harou.

She hates that just yesterday, she was able to feel the movements of her baby, and today, she feels an emptiness inside, almost as if she had part of her soul ripped away. She hates the fact that tomorrow she will have to say her last and final goodbyes to her dear little one. Dreaming of how she could have looked like, and how she would be a grown woman, the silly things that could have been as she grew and took her first walk, her first shifting, her first words, her first actual hug to her mom; nonetheless, those moments have long now left her future line.

She rests her head on her pillow, and though she dreads to sleep, her body is beyond exhausted, making sleep almost instantly after laying her head down. Harou sits on his side of the bed, his mind turmoiled by the whirl of thoughts in his head. He knows he should be sad, melancholic, and angry that he just lost his first baby. . . but he has a relief in his heart that the woman he is deeply in love with is still alive. He dreads the idea that he could have lost her. Inside, he misses his little girl. He wishes things could have gone differently, but the fact of the matter is, that they didn't. It's something that he and Candace will have to learn to deal with and live with for the rest of their lives.

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Joseph waits for the right time to move. The moon is in a beautiful crescent shape, with a deep blue tint, giving the heavens the opportunity to the numerous stars to brighten in all of their glorious beauty.

Elena turns and tosses in her bed. Something inside of her telling her that there is something awfully wrong. She sits up on her bed, Alarick sitting up to the feel of her movements.

"What's wrong Elle? Can't you sleep tonight?" He asks her, getting himself closer to her, wrapping his arms around her, embracing her tight, and kissing her shoulder.

She sighs deeply, closing her eyes as she tilts her head closer to him. "I can't seem to be able to sleep tonight. Something just doesn't add up. Why did Candace's baby die? She was strong enough to withstand this? I just don't understand." She nods her head and sighs.

Alarick narrows his head, it's true, the elders had informed him that this treaty, along with the ritual would have been a complete success. He was certain that no one could get hurt by this. It was nothing but a joining of blood among friends, or brothers. IT had been done before, without drastic consequences.

He tried to ponder of anything he could have missed. His senses had always been impeccably good. Standing to his feet, and walking towards his window, he sees movement outside by the infirmary. Alerting him that there may be an intruder among their territory.

Quickly, he places his shoes on and alerts Dylan along with his trusted guards to join him and investigate what may be going on inside the infirmary.

Elena looks at him confused, trying to gather his attention to no avail. She holds his hand, quickly making him stop in his tracks and looking at him.