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Chapter Two: The Howling

The following week was the day of the Accords. Valentine had not seen his newfound son since he handed him over to Hodge. He was still getting prepared for the Clave's surrender and taking care of his real demon son.

Valentine loved his real son; however there was something about Stephan's son that captivated him. He would see him tonight, he promised to himself.

Leaving the manor house, Valentine gave a quick nod towards Jocelyn's mother. She was holding their child in her arms, with loving affection. Jocelyn turned around leaned to kiss her son. Valentine smiled, knowing that the angel potion had finally taken affect on Jocelyn's love for her child. And she smiled too.

Valentine took a hold his wife's hand and led her to their carriage they would use to go to Alicante. The sun's bright ray, shined brilliantly, casting a beautiful glow on Jocelyn's face. Valentine wondered if the angel blood was making her more beautiful. Just like the baby he saved.

He tried not to think about Jonathan Herondale, but lately his thoughts seemed to swarm around him.

Valentine looked at Jocelyn, the dazzling sunlight made her hair glow like red fire, her face was perfect in every way, and her lips looked delicate and soft. She turned catching him staring at her.

Valentine just smiled and whispered, "I love you."

Jocelyn just smiled and said nothing.

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Hodge groaned as the baby cried for what seemed like the hundredth time. He had no sleep for the past week. Every time he would have a chance at a nice doze, the cry from the other room woke him up.

Jonathan was a beautiful baby, looked as if he came from angels. However he didn't act like it. He would cry and cry, and Hodge, never been a parent, had no idea what he wanted.

"Shh, quite child," he scolded as he rocked the boy in his arms. For a split second, Hodge thought the child was glaring at him, as if he knew what he had done to his mother.

Guilt had washed threw Hodge, but he didn't know why he felt guilty. His mother had killed herself and his father was murdered by vampires. Hodge saved the boy's life, helped continue the Shadowhunter race with a new generation.

His thoughts seemed to mirror Valentine's.

At last the cries had subsided and the boy was asleep. Lucky child, Hodge thought envying him for he could get sleep. Hodge gently laid the boy in his crib that Hodge had when he was a baby. He was surprised that his parents had even kept it.

Grateful for the silence, Hodge went his bed hoping to get the awaited sleep he had been craving. Just as he head hit the pillow, a booming knock woke him and the baby began to cry again.

With an angry sigh, Hodge went to answer the door. It was Valentine. He was covered in blood and ash. "My Lord, what on earth happened?" Hodge asked remembering that today was the day of the Accords.

"Jocelyn betrayed me! She and that monster plotted against me!" He shouted, his eyes flamed with anger. "They brought an army of filthy Downworlders, and the Circle was down in seconds. The Lightwoods surrendered, Wayland sided with the monsters, and then escaped and I knew I had to kill him, Pangborn and Blackwell also escaped. Everyone else is dead." Valentine looked as if he was ready to kill. Maybe he already had.

"Why'd you kill Michael?" Hodge asked, wondering why he would kill an innocent man.

Valentine glared, "It is the only way I can live. If they think I'm dead, and he's not, I can go leaving my life. So I burned him and his son along with the bitch's parents." Hodge had never seen Valentine so livid before. Valentine was angry at Céline but the reason was unknown to Hodge but even then he wasn't nearly as furious as he was now.

Valentine's words were finally sinking in. He had killed Michael Wayland, and his innocent boy to use their identities. He had also killed Jocelyn's parents for revenge for all she had done.

Hodge, for the first time, felt fear.

"Now where is my son?" He asked calmly. Hodge noticed that the crying had stopped and just stood there dumbfounded. "Where is my son?!" Valentine shouted, his rage increasing. The baby's cry started again.

Valentine pushed Hodge away and went to retrieve to boy. As soon as the boy was in Valentine's arms, the crying had slowly started to dwindle, along with his anger. "There, there. Shh, your father's got you. Jonathan Wayland, what a suiting name." Hodge had followed him.

"My Lord, what do you expect me to do? The Lightwoods, they'll say that I was in the Circle and then they'll come for me. I'll be put to death." Hodge was frantic, knowing of his future.

Valentine's voice was cold and stern, "Turn yourself in. They won't kill you if you do. What can they do? Valentine Morgenstern is dead. I'm Michael Wayland. I got out of the Circle before the Uprising."

"B-but –"

"Hodge, you'll do as I say. That is an order. When the time comes, I will resolve you of your punishment."

With a heavy sigh, Hodge replied. "As you wish."

"Now if you'll excuse me, I have to take my son to our home at the Wayland estate," said Valentine, still holding the boy who was sound asleep.

The two men left Hodge's childhood home. Hodge left for Alicante to turn himself in to Clave, as Valentine ordered. Valentine, with Jonathan in his arms, left for the Wayland country home where he would raise the boy as Jonathan Wayland and himself as Michael Wayland, the two innocent people he had murdered.

AN: Thank you so much for the reviews. Everyone who reviewed is AMAZING! You know who else is amazing? Aubrey, cause she also edited this chapter. Speaking of chapters, I won't be able to post another one until Friday or Saturday because I will be attending a FFA Convention for the rest of the week :| The first half of the chapter is done and is in the hands of Aubrey, but the rest of it, shall be written asap. Leave reviews, they make my heart shine. Hope you liked this chapter and please PLEASE leave a review... or Valentine will come kill you in your sleep :D

-VamptasticVeronica