The boy extended a hand. "Kyan Youngblood."
Jace grinned, shaking it. "Jace Wayland."
Kyan's emerald eyes swept over her.
"Clary Fairchild," she introduced, smiling.
"Very nice aim," he said. "What's your main weapon?"
She had never considered that before. "Knife and dagger, I guess."
Kyan nodded. "Sword for me. Thought I have to say, bows are really handy."
He stared at her for a moment.
"Can I see that dagger?"
"Sure."
He took it in his scarred hands, studying the ruby, the hilt, the blade. Finally, his gaze rose to her. "You stabbed Alaric with this dagger."
Clary frowned, and Jace was instantly in front of her.
"So you're a vampire?" he asked, his hand on the blade at his belt.
Kyan chuckled. "The Night Children have nothing to do with me. Except that we're enemies."
"Werewolf."
"Do you serve under Luke?" Clary couldn't help but blurt out.
"No, actually. I lead my own pack."
Clary stared, eyeing his young frame.
Kyan flashed her a smile of perfect white teeth. "I'm seventeen."
"If you don't serve under Luke, how did you know Alaric?"
Kyan chuckled lightly. "All Alpha's know another pack's lieutenant."
"Alpha?" Jace asked.
"The Alpha is the leader of the pack. The Alpha-wolf. That's me, and Luke."
"Do you know Raphael?"
Kyan's lip curled back, the smirk gone. "Vampire. Lieutenant of the Dumort Clan. He killed half my pack."
Jace chuckled. "I just love hearing people talk with that voice."