Chapter 1
Living with my mom wasn't always fun, and she wasn't home a lot, but I loved her. She was my family. So when she died I didn't know what to do. The Shadow World would be hard to face on my own. I needed to find my dad. Not Valentine. Luke, Luke Garroway. My real dad. See, I'm half lycanthrope, half shadowhunter. I had the blood of both the angels and the demons running through my veins.
-One Month Later-
I changed into wolf form for the first time two nights ago. I don't remember anything. But the change had good timing. I just found my dad. He's inside Hunter's Moon bar, and I'm outside the door, working up the courage to go in. Now may be my only chance to meet Luke. So I will walk through the doors… now. When I finally push through the crowd, I see Luke and walk up to him and tap him on the shoulder.
"Jocelyn?" He says when he turns around.
"No she's dead. I'm her daughter. You're daughter."
"Clarissa?"
"Mmm-hmm"
"Oh my god. It's actually you! But Jocelyn's dead," he says on the verge of tears.
"Yes. I'm sorry."
"Its not-"
He gets cut off by lox growling sounds. In the center of the room is a small wolf, and hovering over her is the alpha. He looks like he's going to kill her! Oh shit.
"Hey fuzz-ball, over here!" I scream.
The alpha comes towards me, "Are you talking to me, shorty."
"Yeah. I want to know what that girl did to you. So what was it? Did she refuse to be your mate?"
"You should watch out, or you'll take her place. What are you anyways? Wolf? Nephilim?"
"Both," I say before 'wolfing out' and lunging at him.