Alpha Blake
Vivid Deja Vu

Third Person POV

Blake walks slowly and cautiously behind the white wolf. Though he senses the calm white aura of this being, something keeps him a foot and guarded. A feeling in this place that's new, and incomprehensive.

The wolf turns as they slowly walk through the trail. His eyes widen and mouth gawks open as he sees the beauty of the enchantment around them.

Many walk about in diverse attire, and he can't help the feel of stepping in to a different place, almost as if time has stood still here; a feel of being caught inside a time portal. It feels as though he has traveled many decades back in time. The peace and conformity can be felt a mile away, something he had felt each time he'd walked close by in the outside of this world. And he now understands why.

"This place looks so surreal. It's amazing here." His eyes divert from one angle to the other. The many trees and plants well taken care of, farm life is evident that no one leaves this place. The people seem friendly and kind, all of them dressed in clothes that look decades old.

In the midst of it all, an enormous lake embraces a beautiful large cottage with many small cottages around.

Cascades and smaller ponds surround the cottages. His eyes gleam with wonder.

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 kanines exposed along with his nails on his hands longating 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 infront 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 kanines 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.

"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 infront 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 nodds in disbelief. "This, can't be real. This is . . . . What is this?"