Elena’s POV
Damien’s expression darkened as he processed the gravity of the messages flooding my dark web contacts. The weight of our discovery pressed against my chest like a physical force. We needed answers about tracing the lineage back to the original vampire, but neither of us had any concrete leads on this ancient being. Was this progenitor still walking among us, or had centuries already claimed its existence?
Only one option came to mind. I snatched my phone and stepped into the adjacent room for privacy.
"Yeah?" Julian’s familiar voice cut through the static.
"I need you here tonight," I said without preamble.
"What’s the situation?" His tone sharpened immediately.
"These things hunting us, terrorizing the human settlements, they’ve been tracking me since infancy. I just discovered they’re all descended from the very first vampire." The words felt surreal leaving my lips.
Silence stretched between us before he spoke again, his voice barely above a whisper. "Jesus."
"Do you have intel on this?" I pressed.
"Nobody crosses the first vampire and lives to tell about it." The fear in his voice sent ice through my veins.
"So it’s still breathing?"
"I’m coming to the pack territory tonight," he said, dodging my question entirely.
"Please do."
"Marcus and his wolves going to have a problem with that?"
"I couldn’t care less what they think. I’ll notify the patrol units you’re incoming. After they witnessed me flatten their precious Alpha, I doubt anyone’s going to challenge my decisions." A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips.
"You did what?" He choked on whatever he’d been drinking.
"He had it coming."
"I don’t question that for a second. We’ll arrive after sunset."
"See you then."
Returning to the living room, I settled on the carpet beside Damien and noticed Skye’s absence immediately.
"Finally giving herself a break instead of constant babysitting duty?" I asked.
"I practically forced her out the door. She hasn’t had a moment to herself since we abandoned our old pack." Damien’s concerned expression softened slightly.
"She’s sacrificed too much helping us."
"Told her to breathe some fresh air, maybe connect with new people," he said.

Relief flooded through me when the officials finally departed. An omega thoroughly scrubbed the bedroom from ceiling to floor while I remained focused on my kids, playing games and telling stories. Anything to avoid confronting the reality of losing my mother. The guilt of my five-year absence gnawed at me relentlessly.

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