Chapter Two Hundred And One : Mother

Ezekiel, no doubt that was him. 

A glance and one could see where Raphael got his brawny stature. Ezekiel was quite tall and huge framed, his bodily features more common in werewolves than in vampires.

"Welcome home, son," He said just as Marc walked out of the cell but Asher was not to be deceived.

"The both of you planned it all, didn't you?" He went straight to the point.

Ezekiel wrapped his muscly arms across his chest with a relaxed stance, "You grew up to look exactly like him aside from the eyes" 

His suspicion was correct, Raphael planned this with his father. As sly as his stepbrother was, he couldn't have come up with such a brilliant plan alone - he sure received a helping hand.

"Is that why you did it? Because you hated that face, my face!"

"What do you think?" He threw at him with no clarification.