Thoughts were running through my head as I ran down the street breathing hard and pressing the blue button on my keys i had my car drive itself to me. I stopped for a few minutes to wait, breath and think When the hell just happened? Why did no one stop me? Why did no one remember what I did? I have normal eyes right? So what’s with all the intense hearing and the heat in my eye? WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON WITH ME?

I had felt that I was different when I first convinced the teacher to give me a free pass on homework. It was like I was her for a moment and put the idea in her head. After when I realised I could get what I want from her I tried it on a store manager and ended up walking home with a huge back of candy and sweets.

At first, I did it to help myself then I started doing it to get my father’s attention cause’ he was always busy with his business’. He at first just brushed it away but when my items kept climbing in price he started to berate me.

My red Cadillac CT6 pulled up in front of me and getting in I began to drive with no real destination in mind while I continued to think.

When I was 14 I convinced a salesperson to give me a moped and took a drive out into the woods and when my father found out he blew up telling me to cut the hell out or I would find myself out on the streets. I yelled back at him saying some things that I regret to this day. That night I made a wish I wished that he would forget everythin' so we could go back to our old way of living. With him to busy to help me with homework nor have dinner with the family and me keeping my trap shut about how much it hurt all of us.

I pull in front of my bar, got out and reached for the handle. Then stopping I shake my head, no noone can know about what's happening. I turn around and run the other way, towards the patch of woods behind my bar.

I run into the woods surrounding the trails in the woods breathing hard. I run until I collapsed in the middle of a clearing with no trail or people in site. I shakily move to a sitting position and let out a scream that sounded more like a roar of an angry tiger than an upset kit. Hot tears rolled down my cheeks and blurred my site. I screamed, cried and roared for a while till all of the anger, hate and sadness were all out of my system leaving only confusion.

I breathed in a deep breath as I tried to clear my head. Smells and sounds that I never knew where there. I could taste wild berries on my tongue and smell rain on the wind. I could hear a bird miles away feeding its babies and a fox hunting a chipmunk. How is this possible? Does this mean that I am some kind of halfbreed? Half Kit and half Paw or Claw? But that dosn’t make sense since both of my parents are claws but then again I am already a kit.

As these thoughts ran through my head another possibility entered my mind. "Could one of my dads not be my father?" I whispered to myself then immediately contradicted myself, "no thats not possible I’ve been told that I look like dad and besides they always tell me the truth." I growl as all these thoughts jumbled together confusing me and i feel my eyes begin to heat up again.

I hear a twig snap from behind me and turning I see a doe and two fawns step into the clearing. I sit cross legged facing them and looked the mother in her eyes, trying to let her know that I meant no harm. Slowly they come farther into the clearing and the doe came straight up to me and knelt down in front of me. The two fawns followed her lead and layed down by my sides.

I smile at them and reaching out a hand I pet the does head and flank. She leaned into my hand and I let her soft fur wash away all of my thoughts, worries and fears.

“Guess some know that i mean no harm to them.” I say sighing and curl over her I start to cry into her fur.

I sit back up and as i do my tears roll of of my cheeks to hit the ground around me. As they fall I notice that they glowed a faint gold color and when they hit the ground the dirt shone for a bit before soaking up my depression. I furrowed my brows but then shaking my head I went back to stroking the does fur. Then after a few minutes my phone went off with a text from Rufus asking if I was going to monitor the bar tonight and sighing I stood up. I dusted of my skinny black jeans and sent a quick text back saying that I was on my way.

The deer stood up with me and accompanied me to the edge of the trees neither of us noticing the bright green sprouts popping up from the spots where my tears had hit. Once we got to the edge I knelt and pressed my forehead to the does. Then closing my eyes I silently thanked her for the support she had given me in my hour of need then did the same with the fawns.

Then making my way out of the trees I walked back into the city and down the road to my bar. I had placed it over here so that people everywhere had an open road to get to it and so that it had a place to go and cool you head. I shifted my scarf under my brown leather jacket then reaching behind me into my backpack, I pulled out a gold pair of aviator glasses. Placing them on my eyes I breathed in and cleared the negative thoughts from my mind and make my way back to my bar.

"Jack? That you?" I turned to see Aidenacross from me. He smiled and headed toward me. I stopped where I was so that I could talk to him. He stopped beside me and asked, “How ya doin’?”

“What?” I said startled thinking maybe he had remembered what had happened in school.

“Well you rushed out of school before the last class without an explanation.”

“Oh yeah that.” I ran my fingers through my hair before I started to walk again with Aiden by my side, “Well I had gotten an important message from one of my employs.”

“Oh,” Aiden said nodding in understanding, “But then what are you doing all the way out here?”

“Taking a walk to clear my head.”

“Mnn.”

I glanced over at him noticing how similar his looks were to his brother. The only different thing about them was the hair and height. Rufus had his black hair cut into a longer military cut, shaved on all sides and the top slicked back over his head. His brother however had shoulder length dreads with a couple red beads mixed in. Then the height change was that Aiden was about 5’10 and Rufus was 6’5 but other then those two things they were pretty similar. They both had bright blue eyes with a claw in the center of their eyes.

We stopped in front of my car and Aiden’s eyes widened as I popped the trunk and pulled out a crate of apple ale. “Damn! I knew you were rich but god damn thats a great car.”

“Thanks,” I said, “Would you mind helping me with the other crate?”

“Sure no proplem.” He came over and grabbed the other crate of ale then followed me into the front door of my bar. Some of my workers who were working tonight came over to us and took the crates so that they could put them on the shelves. I saw Rufus behind the bar showing some one how to work everything behind the bar. I waved my hand over at him and smiling he finished up what he was saying then hopping the counter he came over to us.

“Hey boss and little bro.” he said, “What are you doing here Aiden?”

“Just talking with Jack,” Aiden said stepping up by my side, “By the way mom wants you home for dinner.”

“Well I’ll try but no promises,” Rufus said.

I laid a hand on his shoulder while addressing Aiden, “Its our big opening night tonight so I may need his help for awhile tonight, but if its really important I’ll send him home.”

Aiden shrugged, “I don’t particularly care but mother might.”

“Yeah and sense when has mother cared about anything I do!” Rufus shot back his voice rising a little bit. I squeezed Rufus’s shoulder gently and he quieted down. Aiden scowled at his brother, “Mother cares about both of us, you know this and besides she is just worried about u working at a bar at your age.”

“Well it’s not like I’ll be drinking i have to work.”

“True and besides I wouldn’t let him drink even if he asked me too.” I said giving a smile to Aiden.

“Hmmph.” He scoffs and turning around he heads back outside. I sighed and leaning into Rufus I asked, “You okay?”

“Yeah I’m cool boss, just…”

“Yeah understood, family can be a pain.”

“We’re not really that bad are we?” Said a voice from the door way. I look up and see my dad and little Anna come in, and smileing I walked over to them. I picked up Anna, nuzzling her neck making her laugh then, with her still in my arms I reached around to give my dad a hug.

“Naw you guys are fine.” I said backing up and shifting Anna to my hip. I grinned at him before giving Anna one last nuzzle and setting her down on the ground. I stood back up and looked at my dad who shaking his head said, “Look at you, sunglasses inside.”

He reached forward to take them off and when he saw my red eyes came over to me with a worried look, "Son..." I smiled sadly before taking back my sunglasses and putting them back on.

Anna, knowing something was wrong reached up and grabbed my hand. I looked down at her and smiling I lifted my scarf to show her the flower she had pinned to my shirt making her smile with joy.

“So that’s where you put the flower.” my dad said ruffling her hair before turning back to me, “Is there somewhere we can talk?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, “There’s a second-floor I have set up with rooms for people that can’t make it home or need a place to stay, we can use on of those.”

“Mnn.”

I nelt before Anna, “I need to talk with dad, do you wanna hang with Rufus over there? Hang with my friend Rufus?”

Behind me Rufus smiled at Anna and held out his hand, she shyed behind me so I whispered in her ear, “I bet you could help him with the flower setting.”

At that, she smiled and ran over to grab Rufus’ hand who then lead her over to where our decorations were. While I turned and lead my dad into the employee room and up the back stairs to one of our rooms. Once there I sat on the twin bed and my dad sat beside me and I take sunglasses off. I pinch the bridge of my nose and my dad put his hand on my back, rubbing small circles.

"What’s wrong with me dad?”

“What? Nothing’s wrong with you sweet boy, nothing, did somebody tell you somethin’ at school? Honey, you know when people say anything...you don’t take shit!” His voice hardend at the end and i saw Ice form at his finger tips. See this is why I love my dad he never tells me to just take crap. When he took me to middle school he would say this as his goodbye, “Alright I love you and remember if anyone talks bad to you, you shut him up real quick. A punch to the stomach does it real fast that or you can just shove him down. Let him know his place, he don’t get to say crap about you or anyone else. Alright, okay I love you Jack with all my heart.”

I smiled at my dad as I remembered the whole speach he would give my teacher whenever I shoved somebody or got into a fight. He would go all out on my teachers saying that I had a right to defend myself. His most comon line was, “Are you talling me that I should tell my son that he shouldn’t have defended himself? Should I tell my child to just stand there and let the other person to talk shit about him of someone else? Should I apologise to the kid’s mother for her son getting what he deserved for talking shit about my son?”

I chuckled and leaned into my dad’s shoulder, “Thanks but no that’s not what’s happening.”

“Then whats goin’ on that’s making my punk son tear up?”

I snorted at his little joke on the way I had used to be, “It’s well ared to explain...evan I don’t know exactly whats going on.”

“Well explain it as best you can.” He reaches up and started running his hands through my hair. On instinct, I turned my back to him so he could mess with it.

“Well all I really know is that whenever I got really upset today something happened with my eyes.”

“Your eyes?”

“Yeah my eyes would glow a golden color in the shape of a star behind my swirls and it flickered like a flame.”

My dad’s fingers paused on in my hair and I looked over my shoulder at him. He had a very thoughtful look on his face and he was mumbled, “Could it be...no...but...foun...could...na na…glow...star...flame...but not possible...only three…”

“Dad?”

He looked up at me and smiles but I could see confusion and anxiety in his eyes. I turned back around and he went back to messing with my hair still muttering stuff. Sighing I asked, “hey dad?”

“Mnnn...Oh! What?”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“Am...am I...are you...is Angelo my…” I faded out as I relised i didn’t really know how to ask if one of my fathers had cheated or was lieing to me about being my dad. So instead I asked, “Hey dad when where you and Father married?”

“Huh?” He stopped moving very confused, “What does this that have to do with this conversation?”

“Well my birthday is August 2 twenty years ago but from your pictures, you and father were married eighteen years ago soo…” I paused when I saw that dad seemed to understand where i was going, “And with all this crazy stuff goin’ on it makes you wonder if maybe just maybe one of you isn’t my real father or something.”

My dad pulled me bag against his chest, hugging me as hard as he can, “Oh honey you’ve been thinkin’ about this. Sweetheart, I want you to remember something no matter if you weren’t my real son I would still love you like one and if Ang wasn’t your real father nothing wouldn’t change with his love for you. You are our son and the heir to the Ice family, you will be taking over the family business. So never think you aren’t are son cause no matter what could or might happen that’s who you will always be.”

I felt tears roll down my cheeks and I curl into my dad’s chest to hide the tears. We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms for a while, until Rufuses voice call up to me, “Hey boss when are gonna be done up there we kinda need ya down here.”

I chuckled and sat back up wiping the tears from my face, “I swear this place would fall apart without me here.”

I stood up and went over to the dresser mirror and instantly gasped at what I saw reflected back. My perfect tanned skin was puffed and red under my almond-shaped eyes from all the crying I did but as I watched it slowly fade back to tan. With a shocked look on my face, I turned to my dad who looked just as confused as I. I looked back at my reflection than was interupted by Rufus yelling up again, “Boss?”

“Yes! Alright!” I yelled down, “Jesus Christ.”

I turn and shaking my head sarcastically at my dad before I made my way back downstairs. My newly braided hair swaying behind me.