sooo I've wanted to write this story for centuries and it's finally here.

I really hope you like it :)

DISCLAIMER: The characters in this story belong to The Mortal Instruments of Cassandra Clare.

Forgive me if my spelling isn't perfect I'm really new at this.

Jocelyn spotted her husband at the other side of the room despite the destruction and chaos, they had met each other since the academy, at that moment it felt like it was a lifetime ago.

She would have recognized Valentine's bright blonde hair anywhere he was fighting a 6-feet werewolf with a threatening look, no far from there she noticed a familiar face in the floor it was Stephen Herondale looking to the ceiling with blurry eyes and a river of Scarlett blood through his stomach. She tried to find his wife. Celine. There she was with a painful look written all over her face, her seraph blade was covered in downworlder blood. There was something about her, the way she looked away, almost like she had already given up.

The sight crushed her heart she couldn't avoid thinking on Jace and little Kit, probably playing in the Herondale manner not knowing they had lost their dad. This wasn't right, they were murdering innocent people. No. This wasn't what Val and she had fought for.

The pain and guilt were too much these people were her family. She had to leave. She couldn't stand it.

Something brought her back from her thoughts, it was her parabatai, a tired expression Maryse was sitting on the marble floor whit her husband Robert holding her in a supporting protective way. She knew they felt exactly the same way, at that moment they had to be there for Celine and help her grief, but she wasn't anywhere.

So she started walking through the pile of bodies and towards the big double french door, the circle -herself included- had attacked the lead of Hodge Starkweather a few hours ago.

She saw her friends and went straight to Celine who was lying on the grass with tears down her cheeks. Once she noticed the presence of Jocelyn she tried to articulate words

-h...he is gone- she managed to say -I don't know what to do- she screamed painfully -I can't do this. Not alone. What am I supposed to say to the boys?-?

-I know sweetie -Jocelyn said trying her best to keep a calmed supportive voice -It's ok to cry- she added as she felt how her voice broke.

She had to be strong for her friend, but just the thought of losing Val and being left alone with Jhon 3-year-old Clarissa, crushed her heart, so she allowed herself to cry.

They stood like that for a few minutes until Celine Calmed.

Jocelyn saw Valentine approaching them with a concerned look and then she knew something was wrong.

-What is it?- she asked whit tears running down her face.

-Hodge- he said with pain and disgust-he knows we have the mortal cup-.

Jocelyn felt her chest going up and down abruptly.

-Jhon- he articulated with pain.

And then she knew it.

They had betrayed the circle. And Hodge had taken her son.