Chapter 31 Damian’s Back

　　Third Person POV 

　　A black SUV comes to a sudden halt in front of an old shack. The dim light turns on inside, and an old man with a body-length walking stick comes out. His eyes are white matching his head full of slivered hair, midback length.

　　He wears an old dark gray robe and slips his flip-flops on to step outside.

　　"Blake son! Is that you?" The old wolf says.

　　The SUV door opens and Blake makes his way out wearing a combat uniform, matching with the uniforms his warriors wear.

　　"Grandpa... it's me!" Blake responds to the old wolf.

　　"I knew it. I could smell you a mile away. My old wolf Miles started wagging his damn tail and talking to me for the first time in three weeks since we smelled your scent." He smiles as he comes close to Blake.

　　Blake embraces him and smiles at him.

　　"It's always so good to see you son. I haven't seen you in over two years. How are you, my boy?" He places his hand on his shoulder and smiles unwilling to let him go.