"Mackenzie will be fine and no. I'm not having you train him in how to kill. Not until he's old enough to hunt with Madyson, myself and Zak. My son will be raised as any other child in this world! You forget who my family is, Michael. Madyson managed to do more damage to you when she was still learning to speak then I have ever done. Mackenzie can change his looks and vanish into a crowd simply by changing his eye color. My children have the blood of Gods pulsing through their veins...they have plenty of power. Now, since your not in the slightest worried about your son, I'm going to check on Isaiah."

I snarled softly before turning towards the stairs, "If I see you have a gun anywhere near my son, you will get very comfortable with the couch."

Bounding up the stairs, I knocked a few times on the door, "Isaiah. Open this door before I break it and find out just what your hiding."