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...

- What kind of mind-games do you think he's trying to play on you now?

Alec asks as I see him holding tighter around Robbie's hand. Blake looks dead ahead of himself before he looks over at me, as if he's asking me for help. I can tell he's completely clueless.

- I don't know...but he's after me. He's after revenge for Fagan's death four years ago...

He says after a while.

- He's after me, not the entire pack that I'm a leader for...

...so why would he go and kill pack-members?

- Maybe he was trying to make a point...

I let out after a while as the three boys look over at me.

- Clearly he's after playing with your mind. He knows he can so that's why he's doing that. An attack on the pack is an attack on you because the pack is your responsibility. What was it that he said to you before he left?

I honestly can't recall it, but Blake seems to understand the point I'm trying to make.

- That I would have to walk back to this pack and take responsibility for the lives that I failed to protect and save...

He answers as I sigh deeply before I get up and walk over to him, sitting myself on his lap and pulling his head against my chest. I do my best to give him the support he needs, but I don't know if that's enough at this point.

- In other words he's going to make the pack go against you because you can't guarantee them safety against him...

Robbie goes on. Blake simply holds around me nodding.

- And he's right...

Blake lets out before he turns his head slightly up to face the rest of us.

- ...I can't keep anyone in this pack safe because I...because I'm scared of the guy...

He willingly admits and I don't think I've ever seen this honest and low. His wolf has his tail between his legs in fear. I feel it radiate through the link as I plant a soft kiss on his forehead.

- ...and he knows it.

Alec goes on as Blake nods weakly.

- He sure as hell does...

Don Black's pov:
He was pathetic. He was weak and pathetic...my boy that is, one that I raised with strict discipline and punishment until he ran off with his weakling of a brother. If I had found them back then, none of them would've survived the week of horror that I would have had to inflict on them. Back then, people were constantly trying to flee from my grasp, but I dragged their sorry asses back to the pack-house and made sure they knew how disrespectful they were to me, refusing the generosity of my safety and protection.

Fagan, my most honest son, got the task of finding these people. At last people gave it up and I gave Fagan the task of finding Blake and his brother, to torment and kill them. I promised him this pack if he managed to do that. He did and I kept my word. Of course, had I known that his plans was to then bring war on another pack because of Blake, I would've never given him the pack. I would've made sure he knew that too if it hadn't been for the fact that he never came back and lost the pack to him...to Blake.

- Don, sir...their losses and injuries are big and severe. If we head back tonight, we can make them completely defenseless...

Brutus says to me after a while of silence. He came crawling back for my mercy when he had failed to keep my son safe. He knew to come and find me and beg for forgiveness instead of me hunting him down and killing him. For the entirety of the last two years, he took his punishment without fighting it. He learned his lesson and I found him useful again after training him myself. They all thought they were safe because my oldest son Blake took over and gave the pack a less dangerous name...a weaker name.

- No, you must learn something. The war against my son is less physical than psychologic. The pack will start to doubt his abilities now. They will go against him because they do not feel he can protect them. He's lead the pack for four years...four years of peace. Now, he's at war with me. It's time for him to show them and himself the kind of coward that he is...I doubt that wolf of his has anything sharper than what I saw from him tonight...

It goes without saying that I never truly left the pack. I've kept my eyes on them for the past four years, just waiting to make my move. I've known where the watchtowers have been. I've been good at avoiding them and covering my scent. People feared my camouflage before and now they will come to fear it again. People thought that when I took those trips into the woods, it would be safe to try to make a run for it. There's a cabin further in. That's where I've been hiding all these years. I've waited and waited, allowed the safety to grow on them...only to come back now and break it.

I saw it in his eyes. My son carries my discipline methods and punishments in his dreams. When he looked at me in the woods by the mansion, he was filled with fear. He's weak, still just as weak as he was when he left, but somehow he managed to be put together with a strong mate. It'll make it more fun to break him that's for sure. I'm gonna make sure he lives to remember every single detail of that day when it comes.

Brutus and I have made it to the cabin that I've had as my escape ever since I was young, before I had a poor excuse of a mate and stupidly impregnated her. I see lights in the windows, smoke from the chimney and movement in the windows.

- Okay...so when will we make our next move?

Brutus asks. He knows his place. This is my house. He has his own arrangements when he's not called for. Not that he's ever complained about it. He's learned the hard way not to do that as long as I hold onto something precious of his.

- Give it...three days. Be here by sunrise...

I command as I leave him there and burst through the door. Someone immediately drops something on the floor and it smashes. My eyes immediately turn black as I look towards her.

- Haven't I told you not to break anything!

She shrinks as I bark at her. I hold one hand alarmingly up in the air as I'm about to make sure she remembers.

- Don, don't. It was my fault. I bumped into her and she lost her balance...

Disgrace. Making such a poor excuse for such a poor peasant. The servant looks down. She knows better.

- You will stop making excuses for this poor excuse of human flesh...

I bark at her as I do slap the servant in the face and take warning steps towards her...my mate that is.

- You will not interfere when I discipline servants or anyone for that matter! You have your place and you know damn well that's not between me and the ones I discipline!

She ends up with her back against the wall. She tries to stand straight. She's used to my brute voice by now. I almost smile at her as I walk towards her. Suddenly I grab around her throat harshly and squeeze it as I stare her down with darkened eyes.

- I had a little chat with our 'son', Olivia. Turns out he's just as much of a coward as he was as a kid...as your kid. You may have let the little girl go, but she will not be safe...that is if she knows what's best for you...

I squeeze her even tighter. Still she tries to keep her composure. I drop her to the ground and I hear her gasping for air. The servant is cleaning up the mess from earlier. She starts shaking the moment I turn my attention towards her. She knows what this means. I grunt to myself, loosening my jacket as I make my way to my room.

- Ten minutes, peasant!

A/N: So, a NEW pov for this story. Let me all know what you think about...well, I already know what you think, I'm just in general interested in your thoughts. What is going to be Don's (Blake's father) next move? Will the pack truly turn against  Blake and Kate? And how about that CASTING of Brutus and (finally) Blake's mother? Leave me some love. I sorely need it :*