Welcome to the new and improved (hopefully) version of She Lives in You. It's still under development so i cant promise it will all make sense, but so far the first two chappies have changed.

If you're new to my writing, Welcome! Now, I know I'm not mind dazzlingly brilliant when it comes to writing, so feel free to tell me so. I'm a big girl; I'm not going to cry. If you want to track me and what's going on with my writing, come find me on Twitter VikkiLouiseJ ! now, a really important thing you should know is that this story is a sequel to another story I wrote called All the Moons Under the Sun. if you don't want to read it, but you want to know what happened, either PM me or leave me a review and I'll get the info back to you either via PM or I'll put it in my next update.

There will be Clace, of course, so give the story a chance to get to its full height before you think ugh, there's no interesting romance, it's all depressing

Anyways, on with the story!

Disclaimer: If I owned the Mortal Instruments I'd die happy!

Prologue

The annual meeting of wolves in Idris was finally over, and the Terra's were preparing to leave. Ciara (Cee-ar-ra, because my friend and beta Althea Nightshade can't pronounce it) and Alyssa were gurgling happily from their positions of sitting in Clary and Emma's arms. Ciara looked up at her aunt and blew a spit bubble, making her laugh. Alyssa, not wanting to be outdone, wiggled in the sling that kept her close to her mother's body and burped.

All was well.

The Terra's were distracted by the two babies, so they didn't notice the demons that crept almost silently towards them, the demons that attacked them. Amidst the screams and cries of their pack, Clary and Emma found themselves stranded in the middle of the melee. Rhiannon, whose fur was almost the same colour as Clary's fell back with them. They had dropped into wolf form instinctively, the two children almost hidden under their thick fur.

"Take the girls, and run. Run as fast as you can, and don't stop, or we'll all be dead and we will have failed the duty we swore to protect them."

Clary lifted her head.

"If I don't make it, tell Jace I love him, and that I'm sorry?" Emma nodded.

The two young female wolves ran as fast as their legs would take them, heading for a permanent portal that would dump them somewhere in Yellowstone National Park, whilst the remaining red wolf let out a devastatingly sorrowful howl. The demons turned to face her, and she turned tail and ran as fast as she could, running for her life. A huge cliff was approaching rapidly, but she didn't slow or falter, and with the demons hot on her tail, the wolf launched herself off the edge, and as she plummeted to her death she thought:

I'd rather commit suicide than die at their hands.

Clutching a screaming Ciara tight, Emma hurried up the Academy steps, her legs barely able to support her weight. She bashed her fist against the door, and was rewarded with a stunned young man standing in the doorway, his golden wedding band glowing on his finger. He reached out and took the crying baby away from the wolf girl, and as soon as she was in his arms, Ciara settled with a contented grunt. The man gestured for the girl to come inside.

His eyes already had tears forming in the corners- he'd already guessed the news Emma/Christi had come bearing.

"She said to tell you that she loves, and she's so sorry…" she blurted, before collapsing on the floor in front of him, completely exhausted.

The Lycanthrope was too easy to capture. Exhausted, she was unable to defend herself against him, and soon she was subdued, to tired for her mind to even comprehend the danger she was in. he lifted the wailing baby from her. The child was only half of what he wanted, but no matter, one would have to do. The chain around the child's neck simply read Alyssa.

Ciara cooed in her fathers warm embrace, but he was weeping, weeping for his wife, and for the daughter who didn't make it into his arms, looking down, he swore that he would protect Ciara for the rest of his days, no matter how long or short that may be.

The next morning, the bed beside him was cold, even with the soft heat of his baby daughter curled up next to him. He rose like a zombie, found something in the fridge to feed the baby and changed her nappie. Around him, the hustle and bustle of the first members of staff to ever arrive at the academy was barely tangible- if they made any real noise, he didn't notice.

It was mid morning when the Clave's messenger arrived.

"You're Mr. J Herondale aren't you sir?" he asked, visibly swallowing.

"Yes."

"We have recovered a body sir, and well, we have strong reason to believe that the wolf, though her body was badly… well, she was almost unidentifiable… our experts are almost certain that it is Mrs Herondale sir. I'm so sorry. The Inquisitor wanted to convey her deepest sympathies, and the message that she will arrange the funeral, and that she can hand the Academy on to someone else if you want to go back to…"

"Tell the Inquisitor thanks, but no one will take my wife's dream away from me. She would have wanted me to take over her roll here in her honour. Tell the Inquisitor that… that I have to stay here. I can't leave. No one else can teach the children of the today the things I know. And anyway, what a better way to avenge her death than to teach these kids how to kill the monsters that took her life?"

The messenger looked at him, perplexed.

"of course sir!" he finally blurted, and ran.

Jace looked down at the baby who looked back at him with wide eyes.

"It's just you and me now Ciara. And Angel help me if anyone is going to find out about you. Being who you are is dangerous you know. I tell you what, why don't you take your Mother's maiden name, huh? No one will ever guess that your mine that way."

And that's how Ciara Herondale became Ciara Morgenstern.

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