Thunderstorms.
Is he scared of thunderstorms? He can't be; he goes outside to watch them at night.
Maybe he's like the Herondale and is afraid of ducks.
No, no one can possibly be afraid of ducks like they are.
Maybe he's afraid of lions...
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Alec's p.o.v
I came home from the institute, exhausted and ready to sleep. I'm done with the world.
I put my key into the lock and turn it until it clicks. I open the entrance of our loft to find a giant feline on our couch.
I think I've been feeding Chairman to much.
The lion jumped off the couch and bounded toward me and it rubbed its head against my leg in a loving way.
I lower down to its level, which isn't that far, and started to scratch behind his ears. The lion purred loudly like the sound of thunder.
Magnus turned his head into the kitchen. "Did it work?"
"If you were trying to scare me again, then no. If your getting me to keep this lion in our house, then maybe; but I'm not changing his liter box.
Magnus sighs. "I will find what you are afraid of one day Alexander."
"No you won't."