The mid October breeze was cutting through my clothes while I jogged to my destination. It didn't help that it was late evening and the sun only had a few more inches to go until it would disappear behind the hills. At this time of year, though, it was only half past 7 and already the night was being born.

I never usually went out this late, for the Downworlders lurk at these later hours, but mostly the vampires since the dark is all they will ever be able to see. I sped up from a fast jog to an all out sprint since I was close and it felt as though an evil demon was about to grasp me from behind. I couldn't help to look back to make sure, since you never really know what was out to get you when you were out to get them. Nothing was there, like most of the time. I focused ahead and could still not see the building I was supposed to be looking for, even though my landmark was at least 10 minutes behind me.

The sweat was rolling down in buckets now and the knife I had stashed in my boot was sticking to my leg. My legs were not aching, they had stopped at least 5 minutes ago when they had felt as if they were about to fall off. Now they were on fire soo hot I could not feel them anymore but somehow I just kept going.

I slowed to a decent paced jog knowing that I would probably be continueing on for all night possibly. I do not know why Valentine had told me not to bring a horse. He also never told me whom I was supposed to meet with at such a late hour but all I got was that it was some one of great importance, and if Jocelyn trusted Valentine, then I did too. The sun had set and the moon had risen. I was still jogging when I heard the faintest of sound from the grass and trees only a mear 5 foot from me. I stopped instinctively and immediatly to question my ears right. When nothing came for awhile I began again at a walk now that my fatigue had caught up with me.

The rustling came again and I stopped once more. Now the nighttime air was filled with static electricity and mud that sucked you in and never let go. The first thing to come to mind was demons but they would have attacked by now, always ready to charge on sight.

I started my jog again, the temperature not getting colder but instead warmer as the moon continued to climb. It was not quite full yet, but in a few days it would be. The light from it came through the tree tops and revealed my path that I had been traveling for soo long.

I just then noticed tracks, fresh and heavily scented with the shape of a paw. A wolf's paw. A werewolf's paw most likely, even though there are actual wolves around.

I drew my blade from my boot and when the moonlight caught the Shadowhunter marks on it there was a faint but still audible rumbling noise from behind me. I barely had enough time to turn half way around when the person who had made those tracks jumped from their hiding position and found their prey for the night. Me.