When Pogue Parry felt a strong surge of Power that lazy Monday evening, he was with Kate in the dorm room that she shared with Sarah. He wasn't too concerned. As much as he hated to admit it, these random spikes had become more frequent ever since Caleb ascended. He couldn't blame him. Bottling one's own Power was bad enough. Keeping a tight leash on Power enough for two exceptionally strong warlocks would be a constant nightmare. Nevertheless he gave his brother a call. Caleb's phone rang a few times before sending Pogue into voicemail. Now that was odd. Caleb always picked up. Before he could ring him again, his phone chirped to life. It was a call from Reid.

"Put your clothes on and meet us at the front. Hurry." It was Tyler. From the heavy puffs in between his words Pogue could tell he was running. He could hear Reid talking urgently in the background but he couldn't make out his words.

A heavy feeling settled on his stomach. Pogue untangled himself from his girlfriend and sat up on bed.

"What's going on?"

"It's Caleb. Look man, Reid and I aren't sure what happened but we think he's in trouble. They were talking about taking him to the hospital right now."

As if on cue, he could hear sirens wailing from outside of the windows.

"Shit," he muttered under his breath, jumping out of bed and pulling his jeans up his legs as fast as he could.

"Baby, what's wrong?" Kate asked tiredly from behind him.

Pogue was still on the phone. His head was in an awkward position to keep the small gadget wedged between his ear and his shoulder.

"I'll be down in a minute. Make sure Reid doesn't do anything stupid."

"Pogue, listen. I'm not sure if you could tell but that one, the one we felt earlier...it was different. I knew it was Caleb but it felt off."

He could hear fear in the younger Son's voice and he knew better than to brush him off. Tyler was the most in-tune with the Power among the four of them, being the only one who could pinpoint who was using and where. There was a slight commotion on the other line before Reid's voice came up.

"Hey. One of the guys in the team just told me what happened. Our boy trashed the fucking library, man."

Pogue shook his head, unsure if he heard Reid right.

"He did what?"

William and Evelyn Danvers were a power couple. Both came from prominent families and both attended some of the best academic institutions in the country. Both were witty, talented and had big personalities. They were a perfect a match. They were also madly in love with each other. Evelyn may have been more vocal about her feelings for William than he was with his feelings for her but it was clear that he was just as smitten. A single glance from him to her spoke volumes. He didn't just love her. He worshipped her.

However despite all this, their marriage, like any other, had its challenges. Most of it was caused by the one promise that William couldn't keep. He had promised Evelyn that he wouldn't allow himself to repeat his father's mistake and be seduced by the Power. They would raise Caleb together, perhaps have another child or two and live long enough to meet their grandchildren. Knowing the odds, Evelyn took a leap of faith and trusted him. She began having doubts during her pregnancy, when she would catch him Using for the most menial of tasks, often when he thought she wasn't looking. By the time their son learned how to walk, her worst fears had become a reality. William aged before her eyes and developed illnesses which were unusual for men his age. The more powerful he got, the more his body crumbled under the pressure. Evelyn couldn't talk him out of it. He always craved more. The shouting matches started and continued for most of Caleb's childhood. When they weren't hosting elaborate parties or gatherings with the other Sons and their families, they fought loudly behind closed doors.

Once when Caleb was six, he went into their room in the midst of a row and asked them to stop. It was nighttime. He couldn't sleep.

"Mommy will be with you in a minute hun," Evelyn told him distractedly.

"He's not just your son, Evee. He's a Danvers too," William continued. His words slurred from the whiskey. "Apparently he's not just your run-of-the-mill warlock either, if there is such a thing. I don't have experience with this kind of ability and I have a duty to protect the Covenant. That's why-"

"You will do no such thing, William!" Evelyn snapped. "Look around you. You can barely keep your family together-"

"-Mom!" Caleb called out. The air in the room changed drastically and it began to fill him with dread. The two adults in the room were still caught up in their anger to even notice this.

"-you are not turning him into some supernatural junkie!"

"If he doesn't learn how to Use then he will end up dead anyway, perhaps sooner than-!"

"-You said it yourself. No one knows what the hell this means. They're just as much in the dark about this as you-!"

"-For Christ's sake!"

"Stop! Stop fighting!" Caleb shrieked at the top of this lungs.

"Shut up!" William snapped. His eyes bled black as he turned to look at the boy by the door. An invisible force smashed against Caleb's chest which sent him sprawling to the floor. His dark brown eyes watered as he fought to to catch the breath that had been knocked out of him.

"You monster!"

There was a sharp crack. William's head snapped to the side. His left cheek stung while his guts burned with shame for what he had just done. Evelyn pulled her hand back and gaped at him in horror.

"You," she said in a low voice. "You are already in too deep in this mess. I barely know you anymore."

She hurried over to where Caleb was and took him in her arms before quickly making her way to his bedroom.

"I'm sorry sweetheart. Mommy is here. Mommy will protect you," she whispered over and over again.

Hours after that incident, in the wee hours of morning, Caleb woke up to see his father sitting at the foot of his bed. William had begged him not to tell his mother that he had come to see him before subsequently breaking down in tears in front of him. He told him he was sorry. It was the first time Caleb had seen his strong, indestructible father cry so he believed him. He told him it was okay and that the fall didn't really hurt. He was too shocked to feel anything.

When William was done crying, he cupped his son's face. His eyes bore down on his son's which were so similar to his. His heart sank when he realised that at six years old, Caleb already had an inkling of the heavy burden that he was destined to carry. There was already a permanent knot on his brows caused by a wariness that his little body could not shake off.

"Remember this, son. You have so much Power within you. You can't feel it yet but when you grow up, it will all come to you. You will become strong, even stronger than Dad." He smiled but the fear in his eyes were evident. "Be better than me. It won't be easy. But you have to do your best. For Mom, Pogue, Reid and little Ty. Alright champ?"

"Ok dad." Caleb nodded. His innocence prevented him from understanding the true weight of the older Danvers' words.

William hugged him close to his chest, just like the way he held him on the night he was born.

"Don't you worry. No matter what happens, I'm here to protect you."

No matter what happens, I'm here to protect you.

The last remnants of the dream slipped back to his subconscious as his left eyelid was pried open and bright yellow light shone in front of his eye. He squeezed it back shut and tried to move his head away when the same thing happened to his other eye.

"Should we prepare an intubation set just in case?" a female voice echoed from somewhere.

"Wait. I think he's coming around," a male voice replied. When he spoke again, he sounded way nearer and ten times louder.

"CALEB, I WANT YOU TO OPEN YOUR EYES. OPEN YOUR EYES FOR US."

The sheer volume of the voice sent another jolt of pain in his skull. The voice continued to wreck havoc in his eardrum and he figured that the only way to make it stop was to do what the guy was asking him to do.

He cracked one eye open and then another. He was in a brightly-lit room. The strong smell of antiseptic and bleach, which he had noticed earlier, invaded his senses even though he had a plastic mask over his mouth and nose. The cool, steady flow of oxygen felt pleasant and reassuring. He blinked once, looked up and saw two people looking down on him. One was a blonde woman in her thirties and the other was a balding male.

"Hello handsome. I'm glad you came back before we had to put a breathing tube down your throat," the woman said. "My name is Nora. I'm your nurse for tonight. This one right here is Dr. Sam. And I'm talking because I want you to stay with us. Try not to fall back to sleep."

Caleb nodded, ignoring the dull throb that the movement caused.

"Can you tell us your full name?"

"It's Caleb," he rasped. His throat felt like he had swallowed a sheet of sandpaper or two. "Caleb James Danvers."

She continued asking him a few more questions, like his age, his birthday and whether or not he knew where he was. He eyed her stethoscope and blue scrubs.

"I think I'm in the hospital."

"You're right. You're in the District Hospital Emergency Room. There was an accident in your school and we suspect that you may have gotten a concussion from it, though we have to run a few more tests to rule everything out." She stepped closer to him and spoke in a quieter voice, now that he was more awake.

"Do you remember what happened?"

"What happened..." he trailed. He removed the oxygen mask and ran a hand over his face.

He remembered going to the library to hide. Or at least avoid people for a few hours. The quiet atmosphere did wonders in helping him recover his control over the Power because it cleared his head. So he hid there to read and surf the net, all the while trying his very best not to think about what kind of shenanigans his brothers were up to or from obsessing over Sarah and their disaster of a breakup.

'Not good enough for state championship, I'm afraid. Not like some swimmers I know.'

"There was someone else there," he murmured more to himself. The familiar face popped out of his muddled mind. "Jasmine Malden?" He shivered involuntarily.

Nora noticed this and mistook it as a sign of worry. She placed a hand on his shoulder to calm him down.

"Your friend is here too. She looks a bit beaten up but she is being cared for by the best people for this job. I know it's easier said than done but try to relax ok?"

Caleb composed himself to look calm. On the inside however, it was a different story. The memories of what happened had come back to him with the grace and force of a bullet train.

The headache that was taunting him to let go. The blissful surge of Power which was strong enough to cause a ripple on the library's hardwood floor. The collapsing bookshelf. And finally Jasmine herself, her hair splayed out and her dark eyes so large he thought they would bulge out of their sockets. In her face was the look of what he could only describe as that of pure horror. He was on top of her, with his back the only thing stopping the ancient bookshelf from crushing her to death. Their faces were inches away from each other. It would be hard to miss his ink-black eyes.

"I need a minute. Please," he asked. He didn't have to act worried. He was already terrified.

The nurse nodded and slipped out to the other side of the plastic curtains.

"Oh and Nora?"

"Yes?"

"If you could ask how...my friend is, that would help a lot." He had to know if she had started talking.

The nurse peeked back inside and gave him a not-so-reassuring nod before walking away. He took out his phone, which thankfully remained undamaged in his trouser pocket, and dialled the number two.

"Pogue."

"Hey man. We're right outside the ER. They still won't let us in. How are you?"

"I'm fine. But we have a problem."

The second oldest Son paused on the other end of the line. "What kind of problem?"

Caleb sighed, feeling as though he had let all of his brothers down.

"Someone saw me Use."