So! This was one of the most popular voted stories when I asked you guys which ones you would want me to post next. I hope it doesn't let you guys down. And as a point of reference, when I'm talking about werewolves in this story, I'm talking about the physical appearance of the werewolves in Teen Wolf. So just sort of a facial transformation, claws, fangs etc etc. Google image if you haven't watched the series. But yeah, I'm not talking about full on wolf appearance.
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters.
It was a hot afternoon, almost three o'clock, and the sun was still burning hot and beating down on the two people who were standing on the back patio of the large house. The house was a big modern home, all glass and metal and big black walls. It looked cold and unforgiving from the outside, but even though the place was built like a fortress, once inside, it felt like love and family and warmth.
"Come on, hun," Luke Garroway said, resting his hands down on Clarissa Morgenstern's shoulders and squeezing them gently. They were standing in the backyard of Luke and Jocelyn Garroway's home, staring out over the long stretch of grass. "Alaric and Gregg and Leila are coming over and we're having a barbeque, and you can stay in your old room." Clary pouted up at her step dad, who was more or less her father in every aspect other than blood, and let out a sigh. "You know that your mother misses you, and the rest of the pack hardly ever see's you anymore."
"I can't," she almost whined, which was a little embarrassing for a twenty-three year old, except this was Luke, and he loved her no matter what. "We're going out to celebrate Simon's birthday, since it was a full moon on his actual birthday." Luke nodded understandingly, although he looked a little disappointed.
"Yeah, well, you make sure he looks after you," he told her.
"Si always looks after me," Clary let out a laugh. "And even if he didn't, you know that I'd kick ass," she smirked.
"And don't I know it," Luke grinned and leaned in to kiss her on the forehead. "But, seriously, you know why I'm worried about you, right? You know what day it is, what's happening today." His face went serious, and Clary pursed her lips together, rolling her eyes.
"I'll be fine, Luke. How much trouble do you think I'm gonna get into?" She teased him. Luke raised his eyebrows at her, clearly thinking back to the amount of trouble that he had needed to get her out of in the past. "Look, I'm going out with Si and Helen and probably Lyds. We're gonna go to a club, and we're gonna have some fun, and I'm never going to cross paths with this big, bad Alpha that's coming into town."
"Clary," Luke said warningly.
"What?" Clary snorted.
"I'm serious," he told her. "And maybe keep the joking to a minimum, just until the chaos around that new Alpha calms down." Clary shrugged, not looking too concerned even though she knew she probably should be. Luke clearly thought so as well, because he raised an eyebrow at her.
"Yes, I'll keep out of the way. It's not like a care about the whole thing anyway, you know you're the only Alpha in my life," Clary punched him lightly on the shoulder. "The one's who are getting all up an excited about it in town are the biter bitches and the wolves who aren't used to having a stronger presence. Luckily for you, I don't fall into either of those categories." Luke pursed his lips, but he knew that Clary was right, so he nodded once and then wrapped her in a hug.
"Alright, but I want to see you back here soon, okay?" He told her. "And make sure you say goodbye to your mother on your way out."
"Ye-es," Clary hummed out at him, grinning at the way he clasped his hand around the side of her neck in a way that would come off as possessive to someone who didn't understand it. She let him, she was used to it. It was simply his way of making sure other werewolves knew that she was protected; they would smell the scent of an Alpha on her and know that there would be trouble if they so much as looked at her the wrong way. Luke had done it to her since she was little, and the rest of his pack did it as well, touching her arms and hair, letting her know that she was loved and cared for. "Love you, dad," she called out to him as she backed away and headed into the house.
"Love you too, pup," he called back as she ran up the steps into the house. She had been living here for as long as she could remember, since her blood father had been killed when she was a toddler, and she knew the place like the back of her hand. Her mother was on the second floor, in the big room that had ceiling to floor windows. The room caught all of the morning sun and gave an unobstructed view of the back yard.
"Mum!" Clary called as she took the steps two at a time and then jogged down the long, wooden hallways to her mums room. "Hey, mum, I'm off!" She rounded the corner and stepped into the room, instantly hit with the smell of paint and acetone. The windows were all open and there was a breeze that was tangling the curtains.
"Hey, baby," Jocelyn brushed away some stray strands of hair away from her face and tucked them behind her ears. "You're going out with Simon tonight, right?"
"Yes," Clary nodded.
"And I'm sure Luke has reminded you a hundred times that you should be careful? Because you know who's arriving into your town tonight?" Jocelyn put down the paintbrush in her hand and walked over to her daughter, who looked like an absolute mini-me of Jocelyn herself, except Clary's hair was dyed several shades darker red.
"Mum, I don't get the big deal," Clary rolled her eyes.
"You do get the big deal, baby," Jocelyn raised an eyebrow at her. "He's from one of the most powerful families around. The same goes for Simon as well, make sure he doesn't go and do something stupid."
"It's Simon," Clary smirked. "He's always going to do something stupid."
"Yeah, well, some things can't be helped," Jocelyn agreed. "You have fun tonight, and make sure you give Simon a kiss for me." Clary nodded and leaned in to hug her. "Have a good night, baby," Jocelyn said as she dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Drive safely home." When the older woman turned back around, the wind caught on her long hair that was falling down her back, exposing two of the runes on her back, the standard Angelic Power rune and the Wedded Union rune. Jocelyn had many more, but most were hidden by her clothes, or she chose to keep them hidden from the public eye at most times.
"I'll see you later!" Clary jogged out of the room and back down the stairs. Her sleek, black 2015 Dodge Challenger was parked outside, a present from Jocelyn and Luke when she had graduated high school. It was over the top, of course, but Luke had always spoiled her rotten. She turned over the engine and slipped on her sunglasses, turning the volume of the stereo up so that Digital Daggers was playing a whole lot louder and checked the time. It was three, and it took almost two hours to get to Raven Creek. Then she had to get dressed and do her make up and get started on a few drinks before meeting Simon at a club.
Clary stopped at a drive thru to pick up a burger and some fries, eating them on the way home and carefully wiping her hands down on a napkin and tucking it back into the paper bag. She made it back home in record time, parking in the underground parking lot of her apartment building and screwing up her nose as she looked around.
Her building definitely wasn't the nicest one in Raven Creek, and Luke and her mother had tried time and time again to get her to move out and into somewhere nicer with their financial support, but she refuted them every time. She was an adult and she was responsible for her own living situations. The elevator never worked, and so she took the stairs, two at a time as usual, up to the fourth floor and unlocked her apartment door. The apartment was small, most of it open plan with only the bathroom and the single bedroom cordoned off with walls. The lounge and the kitchen was filled with colourful furniture, paintings and utensils, with her easel and paints set up in the corner by the single row of windows along the wall.
It was already dark outside, and she turned on the TV as she started moving around the apartment. She did some cleaning up first, and then went to her bedroom, flipping through the dresses in her wardrobe. Simon's birthday was last week, but it had been a full moon during the weekend, and so he hadn't been able to go out. Or, he did go out, but it had been more about running through the woods in his werewolf form, burning the excess energy that came with a full moon. So now they were going out and celebrating his twenty-fourth birthday in more typical fashion, by going out and getting drunk.
Clary pulled out a short black and green dress, holding it in front of her in the mirror and staring at her reflection. Lydia Branwell had brought her the dress last year for Christmas, saying that it brought out her eyes and that it guaranteed her to get laid whenever she wore it.
And it had been a long time since she had gotten laid.
Not that she had been actively looking for someone, because she had done the whole sleeping around thing when she was at University in New York, but since moving to Raven Creek, she had only been with a one person, which was over five months ago. Sebastian Verlac still lived in the city, and she only saw him when she went into the city, or he came out to the town for a visit.
So yes, she was going to wear the sexy black and green dress, and she was going to curl her hair and do up her eyes, and she was going to have a good time with her friends, and go home with someone. It wasn't as though there weren't options, there were plenty of good looking men, and if she was just looking for someone to scratch an itch, then that would be easy enough to find. After she squirmed her way into the dress, she went into the kitchen to pour herself a glass of wine, enjoying the buzz as she turned her music up and danced around her apartment, fixing her make up.
It was just after eleven that Clary was in the club with Simon, Lydia and Helen Blackthorn. Simon was ordering shot after shot laced with wolfsbane from the bar. The wolfsbane alcohol was more expensive than the normal drinks, but given normal alcohol burnt out of a werewolves bloodstream too quickly to have any affect, it was the only thing that Simon was able to drink if he wanted to get drunk.
"You look sexy as sin!" Lydia screamed over the music that was playing. The club was packed, with humans and werewolves alike, and the fluorescent purple, blue and green lights swirling around and splashing colours of light over the drunken people. There were two floors in the club, the main dance floor where the bar was and there were a couple of booths around the outskirts of the club. The second floor was overlooking the dance floor, with more private booths. "You looking at getting laid tonight?!"
"Something like that!" Clary laughed as she threw an arm around Lydia's shoulders and her other arm around Simon. "Although we should also be looking at getting Simon laid—it's his birthday celebration after all!"
"I don't need your help getting laid!" Simon protested.
"Yeah, you do, wolf boy," Lydia smirked and Simon let his eyes glow gold at her teasing before rolling them. "Come on, it'll be our twenty-fourth birthday present to you!" Simon protested again but Lydia and Helen were already looking around for some poor girl to try and coerce into dancing with him. Even though after he had been bitten he wasn't quite as gangly and long-limbed as he had been before, he still danced just as awkwardly, despite the girls all trying to teach him.
"I'm going to go up and get us some more drinks!" Clary said. "You want another one, Si? You guys?" Lydia and Helen were already comfortably drunk, and they shook their heads, although Simon nodded. "Okay, I'll go grab you some." She turned to make her way off the dance floor and back to the bar. The music was so loud it was practically deafening, and Clary wondered how the wolves in this place walked away without any permanent damage. She managed to push her way to the front of the queue and shouted out her order to the bartender.
"What was that?!" The bartender shouted back.
"I said—" Clary broke off when she realized that the bartender was no longer looking at her but over her head. Clary rolled her eyes and looked over her shoulder to where there were a couple of good looking men walking their way. "Oi!" Clary waved her hand in front of the bartender and the girl jerked her head back to look at Clary, who gave her a pointed look. "Can I get my drinks now?" She snapped.
"Uh, right," the bartender mumbled and looked down at the screen where she was entering the order, but her eyes lifted back up again, over Clary's head, and she knew that she was looking back at the men who were there.
"Oh for fucks sakes," Clary rolled her eyes. "You know what—forget it! I'll come back later!" She turned around, ducking her head and letting her eyes search out spaces for her petite body to fit as she made her way back to the dance floor. She started winding among people; humans, were's, a warlock and she even noted two shadowhunters, although they were probably dormant like her. There was this weird buzz around her, which made her stop in her tracks and glance around her as she came to the two steps that lead to the mosh pit that was the dance floor.
People were still dancing and laughing and singing, but there seemed to be something distracting them, especially the werewolves. She spotted Simon and the two girls dancing, and Simon was frowning, his head tilted back slightly. Clearly there was something in the air that had caught his attention, and she frowned, turning around to try and catch a glimpse of what it was. There was a waitress who was walking directly behind her, and Clary's sudden halt meant they almost smacked straight into each other. They both managed to right themselves, and the waitress turned to the side to avoid spilling her drinks.
Unfortunately, the two men who were on the other side of the waitress—who just so happened to be the ones who had distracted her bartender—kept on walking, and bumped straight into her, and the drinks that were balanced so carefully on the tray she was holding went flying forward.
"Shit!" One of the men, definitely the prettiest one with golden hair, growled and glared down at the girl. "What the fuck?!" The waitress dropped to her hands and knees, scrabbling for the long stemmed glasses and tumblers that had gone everywhere. One of them had smashed, and people were suddenly spreading out to make room for them, and there were a whole lot more eyes on them.
"For fucks sakes, that was your fault," Clary glared at the golden haired man as she leaned down to help the girl. "You should watch where the fuck you're going." The waitress gave her a wide eyed look that verged on petrified and an ever so slight shake of her head. Clary just rolled her eyes as she reached for one of the glasses that had rolled away.
"Excuse me?" She heard a bark from the man who was still standing over them. She raised her eyebrows as she rose back to her feet, expecting him to have already stalked off given he hadn't even offered to help.
"Clary!" There was a vague shout behind her, which she just managed to make out over the music, and she knew that it was Simon trying to get her attention.
"I said," she repeated, her eyes narrow and her words snipped. "You should watch where the fuck you're going."
It would usually be comical, the way there was almost a collective gasp from the people around them, and it was then that Clary realized that a whole lot more people than the ones just close by that were watching them. She frowned as she glanced around and saw that people were tilting their heads to the side. It was more than just a simple gesture as well, it was all of them, and it was a movement of submission.
Clary's eyes turned back to the tall, golden haired man in front of her and her hands curled into fists as she saw his eyes glow the Alpha red.
"Fuck," she breathed.
It had been a long week.
When Jace Herondale had announced that he was going back to his home town, Raven Creek, after eight years of being gone, the Werewolf Institute had decided to take charge of the whole thing. It had become a publicity thing, a Herondale Alpha returning back to Raven Creek, and then they had started talking about the politics of the whole thing, what the do's and don'ts were.
It was tiring.
Alec and Isabelle Lightwood were clearly just as annoyed as him, but he was glad that they were there by his side. Even if Isabelle was on her phone the whole time, and Alec just had his arms crossed over his chest and was glaring ahead stubbornly. Luckily enough, they agreed Alec and Isabelle would be the ones to go back with him to Raven Creek, which meant that Magnus Bane, Alec's mate and a warlock, would be coming with them.
That was the best thing that came from the meetings Jace had had to go to each day this week. It was going to be his family coming with him, his pack.
"I don't get why you want to go back here," Isabelle said for the umpteenth time, her eyes still glued to her phone, tapping away at the screen as they sat in the back of the Mercedes SUV. "New York is fun. New York is lively. New York is colourful! Raven Creek is..." she screwed up her nose as she looked out the window and sighed dismally. "Smaller. And kind of sad looking."
"It's home," Jace said quietly, hands tight around the steering wheel. Alec glanced over at him and then raised an eyebrow back at his sister, who scrunched up her nose and shrugged, and then looked back at her phone. "Are you sure you don't want to come out for a drink with us?"
"No thanks," Isabelle shook her head. "I'm gonna go to the flat that I have to share with my brother and his lover," she sneered at the words, clearly not impressed, given she had her own loft back in New York, one that she didn't need to share with anyone. "And I'm going to try and make the place livable."
"When's Mags coming down?" Jace asked, giving Alec a side look.
"Uh, two days," Alec replied. "He'll be down in two days." Jace went quiet as they drove toward the flat. They had been back in Raven Creek for five hours so far, and they had managed to avoid people. That wasn't going to last long at all, given everyone knew that a Herondale Alpha was coming back into the city, and they knew it was this weekend. That was why Jace and Alec had decided to get it over and done with, and go out for a few drinks at the local club, make a public appearance.
"Are you boys gonna need me to pick you up?" Isabelle asked as they stopped outside the expensive apartment building. It was nowhere near as fancy as the one that Isabelle stayed in back in New York, but it was high end for this city.
"Nah, we'll be fine," Jace replied. "We'll see you later on, okay?"
"Yeah, sure thing," Isabelle slid out of the car. "Are you going to be coming back here tonight, or going out to your place—your home?" She tilted her head to the side. "It sounds weird to call it your home, even though you lived there for, like, ever, before you came to live with us." Jace just raised his eyebrows at Isabelle and she shrugged and looked at her brother. "So are you going to be coming home?"
"I don't know," Alec shrugged. "I've got a key, so just lock up." Isabelle nodded.
"Aight, see you later," Isabelle turned on the impossibly high heels of her boots and headed into the apartment building. Jace waited until she disappeared inside, listening to tap of her boots as she head inside, and he used his supernatural hearing to wait for the ding of the elevator and for the boots to walk inside, and then the doors to slide closed. When he turned the car around and headed back into the township, he looked over at Alec.
"I appreciate you coming back here with me," he said quietly.
"You knew I would," Alec replied, running his fingers through his styled, dark hair. Jace nodded, because that was true. They got into the main part of the city, the term 'city' being used a whole lot more loosely than it was in New York. Raven Creek was a city, but it wasn't overflowing at the seams like New York was, and that was what Jace wanted. When he had escaped to New York after the death of his parents and loosing their pack, it was because he needed to loose himself.
And now?
He wanted to find his center again, and be at home.
"This place actually looks decent," Alec sounded surprised as they got out of their car and started walking toward the club. "I don't remember this from when we were here last."
"Maybe that's because we were sixteen and we weren't allowed to come to places like this when we were here," Jace pointed out. There were a couple of glances from people that they past on the street, but it was dark, and both Jace and Alec had their heads ducked so that they weren't particularly obvious. One of the people who past them was a werewolf, and their footsteps stuttered as they past and clearly caught the scent of an Alpha.
"ID's," the bouncer at the door of the club asked stoically. The two boys pulled out their wallets, and Jace was about to jerk out his licence, with the embossed werewolf stamp in the corner, when the bouncer finally looked at him. "Oh, uh—sorry, sir," he stammered. Jace just pursed his eyes, looking bored. "Uh, go right in."
"Thanks," Alec muttered, following into the club after Jace. The music and the smell of alcohol and sweat hit both werewolves the moment they stepped inside, and they needed to take a moment to filter out the thousands of noises and scents and sounds. Jace had mastered the skill of focusing on only what he wanted to a long time ago, but sometimes it still took moment or so, especially when he was in a new place. "Drink?" Alec asked, nodding over to the bar.
"Fuck yes," Jace sighed. They started toward the bar, and that was when the looks all started. It was probably initiated by the way that the were's who were mixed in with the humans in the club instantly picked up on his scent, and the scent of his second in command. Their eyes flashed gold in respect as he walked past and they bared their necks in submission. That meant that the humans and the shadowhunters around the werewolves all started to pick up on him as well. It was a normal reaction, and Jace gave a few nods of his head before focusing back on walking toward the bar.
And that was when he smelt it.
It smelt like strawberry, and something flowery, and something slightly bitter but not unpleasant, and home and love and—
"Jace?" Alec raised an eyebrow as he looked over at Jace, and it was then that he realized his eyes were flashing red. Jace swallowed hard as he let his eyes fade back to their normal golden hue.
"She's here," he stated, stopping short and looking around. There were hundreds of people in this club, and the instant he started letting scents flood back in they became a little overwhelming, and that was hard when he was trying to find just that one person.
"She?" Alec frowned. "She who?"
"The girl from New York," Jace grunted.
"You're going to have to be way more specific than that, because there were a lot of girls in New York—wait," this time it was Alec who stopped walking and he reached out to grab Jace's arm. "The girl? As in, your—"
"Yeah, her," Jace snapped and then turned toward the bar. There was a girl standing there, a petite red head with a killer body, wearing a tight dress that did everything for her figure, and an Angelic Power rune that was partially showing from underneath the dress on her shoulder. Alec was saying something else, but Jace was completely ignoring him as he started walking directly toward the girl. She was annoyed, and she turned around and stalked off toward the dance floor. It was as though there was an invisible cord attaching the two of them together, because he was following straight after her. There were people noticing him and Alec, but he wasn't paying them any attention, completely intent on getting to her.
Something caught the red heads attention, because she stopped, just as they were about to reach her, and looked around. There was a waitress in front of them, the only person between Jace and the girl, and she only narrowly avoided walking straight into the girl. Usually with Jace's enhanced reactions, he would have easily been able to side step around the waitress, but he was caught off guard, only focused on the girl, and he walked straight into the waitress.
"Shit!" He hissed as the tray fell from her hands, falling onto the ground, sticking liquid flying everywhere and the glasses crashing down onto the ground. "What the fuck?!" He blinked as he swiped his hands over the front of his jeans, the alcohol splashes already staining the dark denim. The waitress fell to the ground, reaching for the glasses and huffing under her breath, but when she glanced up, she seemed to recognize who he was.
But clearly the red head hadn't.
"For fucks sakes, that was your fault!" She was facing them now and he saw her face for the first time. "You should watch where the fuck you're going." The waitress was shaking her head at the red head, as though to try and warn her, but the girl didn't seem to have noticed. Her green eyes were sparking furiously, plucked eyebrows pulled together, and looking indignant on the waitresses behalf.
"Excuse me?" Was all Jace managed to get out, his voice sharper from surprise. She faltered for a moment, her head half turning as though hearing someone behind her, but then she was right back to focusing the full force of her glare back on him.
"I said," she repeated, squaring her shoulders as though preparing for a fight. "You should watch where the fuck you're going."
Shit.
He liked her.
Jace was fighting to keep the smirk off his face as he saw her beginning to look around, noticing that they had a lot more attention than a few spilt drinks warranted. And were's and humans alike were all exposing their necks in respect, and when she looked back at him, her eyes were wider—still angry, but a little more wary.
He let his true eyes show, the red bleeding through into his orbs.
"Fuck," the girl said through clenched teeth as she realized she was facing an Alpha.
Right! So...How was it?
I've got lots of recommendations I want to make coz I've been away for so long, but I'll just throw a couple out there. Movies—Moana! It was amazing. So was Rogue One, which I didn't expect to like because I'm not a big fan of Felicity Jones, but it was incredible, and Diego Luna is my new love. And a couple of songs I'm in love with at the moment are Falling For You by Lyon Hart and Dangerously by Charlie Puth.
Alright, so, tell me...Did you guys all have an amazing Christmas/New Years? Me and my hubby always travel for Christmas to see extended family, but it was just a quiet one at home with a couple of his family members, so that was nice. And for New Years we rented out a house by the beach with a couple of our close friends, so that was amazing.
Tell me what you guys got up to, and leave a review.
And if you guys want a preview of the next chapter, just ask, and I'll throw one out there ;) Don't forget to check out the new multi-chapter stories, which you guys all voted on, as well as a bunch of new oneshots I've written. I've gone and put some of them up :)