1. Claude Phoebe(ManxMan)

•Chapter 28

Allow me to set the scene of magic and love and a hint of hate.

The pack was peaceful, tranquil and without any disturbance, a child of only 5 years laughed gleefully with his father, his hazel green eyes squinted in laughter before he managed to escape the tickling grip of his father. The boys full head of brown hair bounced about as he ran from the room as fast as his little legs could carry him.

Behind, a father full of love, only two months pregnant, eyes of bright curiously mischievous blue and a head of black hair ran after his little boy, a heart of happiness in his chest as he managed to catch up to his son, kneeling as he wrapped his arms around the young boys waist.

"I caught you!"

"Daddy!" The boy giggled trying his best to wiggle free and not hurt his father when with laughter they turned to one another and the boy took on an extraordinary and new look.

The father, Elijah gave pause, his bright smile faltering as he laid eyes on his sons face. The boys eyes had gone from hazel green to a deep dark black, the smiling face of innocence looked ominous with black eyes devoid of a sclera or even a pupil.

"Claude?" Elijah cupped his sons face, searching in the darkness of his eyes and found so much light and joy reflecting back at him.

Claude's laughter fades as he realised his father's look of worry and fear.

"What's wrong daddy?" Claude blinked, standing up then and placing his hands on the shoulders of the man who birthed him. As he blinked the hazel green so familiar and full of love met Elijah who stunned couldn't let go of the fact that he had seen the very sign of his own fear.

Elijah smiled with so much unease then in the empty hall of the pack house and his hand, still firmly on his son's face grew warm. He needed to know if it were true, he needed to see if his suspicions were just.

He removed his hand then and brought it between his son and him. His skin delicately dangerous hand erupted in flames. Claude's eyes widened and he looked between the flames hand and his father in wonder.

"Take my hand."

Claude paused staring into his father's eyes, he pouted, a pit forming in his stomach as he shook his head.

"Take the fire away."

Elijah brought his hand to his son's chest, the boy gasped and stepped back, the stern look on his father's face so foreign and misplaced he whimpered. "Take it!"

The command shook his little heart. He didn't want his dad to be mad, the last thing he'd want is to see his dad angry with him, he could be angry with anyone, even Papa but not him.

With great hesitation Claude reached out, slowly and with fear, his face was pinched as he closed his eyes and looked away, he whimpered before his hand touched his father's warm palm. He opened his eyes, brows rising, the fear replaced with confusion as he peaked at his hand which he had been sure would melt.

"Woah!" Claude found himself fixed, staring at the flames curling around his hand and the hand of his father. He bounced, biting his lip with excitement. The prospects of being as cool as his dad occupying his mind.

He moved his hand from his father's hand and returned it. Claude began to giggle with excitement, fascinated with this as he took his father's wrist and brought it to his cheek and again he felt no pain, only a strangely exciting sensation of tingles and warmth.

"I'm okay! Daddy, do you see?"

Elijah watches his son's marvelling then, feeling a dread within him as he witnessed the excitement of his son. He blinked, his eyes burning and shining as he swallowed. Elijah put on a small smile then as Claude looked up to him and pursed his lip looking up.