#adarktwistedfantasywp

He was a beast to them. Half wolf, half vampire. And how could a monster like him help?

His back straightened up when he caught more movement, frantic and desperate movement only yards away.

Sobs wrecked through the body of a young man who was not facing him. He seemed overcome with the guilt, the horror he had created.

And Klaus gazed upon him, mouth agape and eyes wide.

“Malachai…” he breathed out, startling his son, who snapped his head around. His hands raised up in surrender, ensuring he was there to help, whatever this was. “It’s okay.”

But Malachai sobbed once more, shaking his head, muttering something through his cries.

“Please don’t tell mom.”

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this randomly came to me.