Just an FYI: Robyn in my story looks like Emily Browning in 'The Uninvited' – just to help your imaginations if you need it!

There was a loud bang and I was thrown against some lockers, slumped down next to Clary. My eyes spun for a moment as they tried to reattach to my brain.

"Ugh, that's the last time I use one of those damn things." I growled, rubbing the sore spot on my temple. We were in a corridor which I immediately recognized as the police station. Clary hissed, rubbing her wrist, "You OK?"

"I-I think so," she flexed her fingers slowly, "What was that thing?"

"Portal." Heels clicked against the cold tile and I looked to my right, seeing Captain Vergas making her way up the stairs towards us.

"Clary? Robyn?" she said, frowning at the two of us on the floor.

"Captain Vergas," Clary breathed as we scrambled up, and I had to hold back a wince as a sharp pain shot through my spine.

"It's two in the morning; what are you doing here so late?" She came to a stop in front of us, eyebrow raised. Clary opened and closed her mouth like a goldfish, her eyes darting between me and the Captain.

"Luke said he'd drive us home," I said and both pairs of eyes snapped to me, "If he was still here."

"Still doesn't trust those cabbies, huh?" The Captain smirked and I shook my head, "Well he's in the middle of an interview. Could take a while."

"Cool, well…" Clary grabbed my hand, "We'll wait in the cafeteria." She began to pull me along.

"Hey," we stopped and turned back to the Captain, "is there some sort of problem?" She looked between us, "Guy trouble?" Clary opened her mouth.

"Yeah," I cut in, "Something like that." Her eyes narrowed, darting between the two of us but she nodded, releasing us from her interrogation. We moved down through the corridor, towards the cafeteria and I waited until the clicking heels sounded out of sight.

"This way," I whispered, towing Clary back down the stairs the Captain had come up. However, after I took the first steps, I threw an arm out in front of Clary, making her stumble into me.

"Hey, what the-"

"Shh!" I hissed. The foul smell was very potent here, and the hairs standing on the back of my neck pricked. Something was here, in the building. A low growl rumbled deep in my throat.

"R-Robyn?" Clary whispered. I had to get her to Luke.

"Clary," I growled, eyes searching every dark corner and crevice I could find from where we stood, "Go find Luke."

"But-"

"No Clary, listen to me. Luke is in his office; go straight to him. Don't look at or talk to anyone else. Only Luke, got it?" The scent was not fading at all…it was still here.

"Robyn? Robyn you're scaring me." She grabbed my arm and spun me around, only to open her mouth in horror.

"Y-Your eyes…Robyn your eyes!" she choked, but I gripped her arm and pushed her away in the direction of Luke's office.

"Go, now!" I snarled. Tears filled her eyes but she complied, turning on her heel and running down the steps towards Luke's office. Turning back to the matter at hand, I let another warning growl rip out of my throat.

"Show yourself." I stalked down the dark corridor, poised and ready for any threat. Luke's training came rushing to my mind and I prepared myself both physically and mentally for the Change I may have to trigger. I glanced at the sky outside, seeing my reflection in the glass. My normal green eyes were now a sparking electric blue. There was a bang behind me and I spun instantly, crouching into an attacking position. Growls continued to rip out of me and my eyes flashed dangerously. There were fast footsteps approaching me and I locked into place, ready to strike-

"Robyn?"

"Luke?" I shot up from my crouched position as the broad man came into view, striding up the corridor towards me. His pine scent comforted me as I ran and crashed into him, burying my face in his chest.

"You alright?" He asked, pulling me at arm's length.

"Yeah. I just- Wait, where's Clary?"

"Clary?" He frowned, "I thought she was with Jocelyn?"

"No, the house was attacked." His expression darkened, "Dot sent Clary here with me; I told her to find you." I suddenly got a sick feeling in my stomach, "I-I smelled a demon around here."

"It wasn't a demon, it was Circle members. And they were with me." I frowned; I could have sworn it was demon…My eyes widened.

"But then…Clary…?"

"Robyn, I haven't seen Clary since this afternoon, before Simon's gig…" My chest plummeted through my stomach.

"Oh no…"

"Where would she have gone?" Luke's eyes bored into mine, hands shaking me slightly.

"Um…back to her house?" Luke nodded.

"Right, stay here."

"What, no." I grabbed his wrist as he moved around me, "I'll go."

"Robyn-"

"Luke, right now I'm pretty sure I'm the only person in both worlds that Clary trusts. And besides you've got your pack's trace on you, I haven't. The last thing we need is for them to get involved." He looked deep into my eyes, still unsure, "Luke, I can do this. Trust me." He sighed.

"I know you can." I let go of his wrist, "Get Clary and take her straight to our place. I'll draw off the pack and meet you there in an hour." I nodded before taking off down the corridor towards the exit. I understood that Clary was scared, but damn it I told her to find Luke! Didn't she listen to Jocelyn at all? Didn't she realize how much danger she was in right now?

Outside the rain was pouring down in buckets. Great, because rain would really make it easier to track Clary. Her home was the only lead we had right now, so that was my first port of call. I began sprinting across the lot and took the back alleys around through town, running faster than any mundane. It would have been a lot faster to change into my wolf form but I didn't want to draw attention to myself in the Shadow World. The rain plastered my wet hair to my face and my clothes were beginning to get soaked through, slowing me down a fraction. I took the usual left down the alleyway to Greenwood Antiquities and paused for a moment. The front door was bashed in, wood splintering across the steps in front of the entryway. I strode through, taking in the smashed glass cases and shards dusted all across the wooden floor. Tears filled my eyes at the thought of Dot and Jocelyn fighting for-

There was a loud, high-pitched scream from upstairs.

"Clary!" I ran as fast as I could up the stairs, heart racing as that putrid smell at the police station came back to me. I knew I'd smelled demon and not Circle members. It must have followed Clary from there.

Kicking open the door, I saw Clary cowering against one of the pillars with a grey, ugly demon looming over her. Its mouth had stretched into a scream, sharp teeth extended at her. A loud, animalistic roar tore out of me and both the demon and Clary turned, her eyes wide. I crouched low, preparing to strike the demon when suddenly it screamed, a white blade protruding from its chest. The shriek was loud, almost deafening and the fiend vaporized in orange and yellow sparks, revealing the blonde Shadowhunter from the club…Jace? Clary and I both stared at the hunter, Clary in shock and me in caution.

"What? No 'thank you' for saving your life?" He asked, staring at Clary. He took a step towards her.

"Don't touch her." His eyes flicked over to me and he blinked as if only just seeing me for the first time.

"You…" He said, "You saw that?" I rolled my eyes.

"Of course I did." He looked between Clary and I.

"You have the Sight too?"

"Not exactly." He seemed to regard me for a moment before taking another step towards Clary, and I couldn't help the warning growl that surged from my throat. His eyes immediately snapped back to me, widening slightly and I knew mine must have changed colour again. Damn it.

"You're a werewolf?" I sighed and nodded, "But earlier, you couldn't-"

"I was pretending." He went to open his mouth again but Clary's knees suddenly buckled. I moved towards her but Jace caught her just before she hit the ground.

"Clary!" I said in alarm.

"Careful," Jace said, cupping one of her cheeks and looking into her eyes, "That demon got a piece of you."

"Shit," I murmured, seeing the red stain on Clary's shoulder.

"Demons?" she repeated.

"Yeah. What do you think that miserable disgusting thing was?"

"I, um, I thought it was Dot." Her eyelids were beginning to droop and her voice seemed to carry, as if she was far away.

"Clary?" I asked cautiously, moving closer to them. She was beginning to go pale.

"No," Jace said, still examining her face, "Ravenor demon. Shapeshifter."

"You're just saying words now." Her eyes were unfocused and her swaying was increasing, "Wh…Why is the room swirling?"

"Demon venom."

"Is that bad?" And she collapsed into his arms.

"Clary!" I went to help but Jace lifted her unconscious body up in his arms.

"I got you." He murmured to her.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked, heart pounding. This was the second time I had failed at keeping Clary safe, and not only that, but she was now in the company of a Shadowhunter who didn't seem keen on letting her go.

"She will be, but I need to get her to the Institute." He headed towards the door but I stood in his way, blocking his path, "Move aside."

"I can't let you do that."

"We don't have time for this, wolf. If I don't get her to the Institute soon the venom will spread and she'll die." I hesitated.

"Fine, but I'm coming too." I clenched my jaw in determination, "I go where she goes."

"What? No." My eyes flashed dangerously at him, "Look, no werewolves or any Downworlder is allowed inside the Institute except for Shadowhunters-"

"And those that a Shadowhunter gives express permission to." I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Too bad you're not going to get it." He moved to pass me but I grabbed his arm.

"Look Jace-"

"How do you know my name?" He demanded.

"I heard it at the club, but that-"

"You heard Alec too?"

"Look! I swore to her mother I'd protect her-"

"And I can see you've done a fine job of that so far." I narrowed my eyes at his sarcasm and stepped closer to him.

"I swore to her mother, to Jocelyn Fairchild-" Jace's expression went from annoyed to serious within the blink of an eye, "-that I'd protect Clary in the Shadow World. She trusted me with this, and I'll be damned if I break that oath."

He looked deep into my eyes and I could see that he was conflicted about what to do. Even after all these years, Jocelyn's name still carried weight in the Shadow World, especially among Shadowhunters. He let out a sharp breath.

"Fine." He growled, "But if you do anything to jeopardize my people, I will put you down."

"Glad we understand each other." I smirked. He shook his head and started striding out of the door.

"Keep up wolf; I'm not going to wait for you."

"A church? Figures." I muttered, craning my neck to observe the old, decaying church. It looked completely abandoned, untouched by life for years. I had to admit, it was a good cover. Jace continued forward, Clary still in his arms, and I went to follow him but was pushed back by an invisible barrier. I frowned and tried to step forward again, only I made no progress. It was like walking into a springy brick wall.

"Umm, excuse me?" I called over to him, but he kept walking, "Hey!"

Finally he stopped and turned towards me, impatience etched on his masculine face.

"What?" I gestured to the apparent wall in front of me and he rolled his eyes. He kneeled down, balancing Clary on one knee with his hand as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out his stele. I fought the urge to back away from it, remaining as still as I could; I would not let him have any leverage over me. He dug the stele into the ground and it lit up for a moment before the light faded from it. He then shoved it back in his pocket, gathered Clary back in both arms and marched towards the stairs.

"Did that…? Can I-?"

"Just come on!" He snapped over his shoulder. I tentatively put one foot in front of the other and sighed in relief as nothing happened. You never know – he could have just planted a bomb there to get rid of me or something. I hurried after him, dead brown leaves crunching under my feet and ran up the stone steps.

"Do you mind?" Jace said, nodding towards the door. I grabbed the large handle and pushed it open, cringing at the loud creaking sound it made. A bright light shone into my eyes and I was momentarily blinded. I felt Jace brush past me, and I had to blink several times for my sensitive eyes to readjust to the sudden light.

When they came to, I was struck by the corridor we were in. It was so light and clean and open. There were benches and mirrors lined against the walls, keeping up the religious image, and the tiled floor clicked lightly under my boots.

"This way," Jace said gruffly, walking down towards the large room at the end of the corridor. I wanted to give myself a minute to take it all in – I never dreamed of meeting a Shadowhunter that wasn't Jocelyn, and now not only had I met one, but I was now standing in one of their bases. However, seeing Clary's limp body in Jace's arms snapped me back into reality, and I followed him quickly. We walked through the archway and came into a large room lit by white light…almost too white. It was apparent that this was the heart of the Institute as there was a lot of equipment spread around; computers, touch screen boards, weapons, tables with papers scattered over them.

"Wow…" I breathed, only just becoming aware of the stares of other Shadowhunters. Those that were initially working looked up at me from where they were and some even stopped in their tracks. I tucked my arms in a little closer to myself, becoming extremely self-conscious.

"Jace." A deep voice called out from the other side of the room. I looked towards the noise and saw two figures approaching us. One figure was shorter than the other with long, deep rich brown hair and tanned skin. Her eyes were dark, but she looked flawless in her tight black jumpsuit which was cut out around her waist, revealing some of the tattooed runes that marked her as a Shadowhunter.

As for the figure accompanying her, I had to do a double take. He was considerably taller than the girl, easily over six foot, and had a lean, strong looking frame. Like the girl, he too had dark, almost black hair sticking up, and was covered in runes, but he was a little more lightly skinned, and his eyes were a couple of shades lighter, more hazel than the girl's dark brown. His face was slim with high cheek bones and a strong jaw line. He wore black jeans, biker boots, and a black shirt covered by a leather jacket which was, yes, black. They were both young looking, around 20 years old like Jace.

As they strode towards us I clenched my fists. My instincts were screaming at me to defend as fast approaching figures were never a good sign, and just because one Shadowhunter was putting up with me didn't mean that others would too. I tried to beat down the animal, reminding myself that I was here for Clary and Jocelyn.

"What the hell is this?" The tall guy asked, coming to a stop in front of us. His eyes flitted from Jace to Clary to me and then back to Jace.

"Alec we don't have much time," Jace said desperately, "There's demon venom running through her veins and if we don't help her now she's going to die." Alec glanced down at Clary and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Mundanes aren't allowed in the Institution." He stated, "She can't stay here."

"She's not a mundane." Jace argued, "Please Alec just…I can explain later, but right now she needs help."

"Why is this one here?" He then asked, turning to me. I wanted to open my mouth to answer but no sound came out.

"I gave her permission," Jace panted, adjusting Clary in his arms, "Alec, my parabatai. Please?"

Alec and Jace stared at each other for what seemed like forever, almost like they were having a telepathic exchange which was only broken by Alec rolling his eyes.

"Fine," Alec huffed, "But I have to report this to the Clave."

"Not yet," Jace said and Alec opened his mouth to retort, "Later." He then turned to the girl, "Izzy, can you find us a room? I need to draw the rune on her." The girl nodded.

"This way," She turned on her heel and walked quickly towards the back of the room where I presumed more rooms were hidden. Jace followed quickly after her and I went to pursue when a large hand clamped down around on my forearm, jerking me to a holt.

"Not you." Alec said in a bored tone.

"Excuse me?" I looked up into his hazel eyes and frowned at the bothered look he was giving me.

"You stay here. It's bad enough having one unconscious mundane here, let alone having one snooping around."

"What makes you think I'm going to go snooping around?" I questioned and I had to admit I was a little offended at his rude assumption, "I'm here for Clary, that's it." I went to move to follow Jace but Alec did not relinquish his grip. My temper was starting to flare and I turned back to him, annoyance etched on my face.

"Can you please let me go?" I asked sweetly, "Or am I going to have to make you?" He raised his eyebrow and smirked, leaning down a little closer.

"I'd like to see you try." His breath blew in my face and for a moment I was frozen. That scent…strawberries…white chocolate…that heavenly scent from before…ah, it all made sense now. He was who I smelled in the club before. I briefly remember Jace mentioning his name earlier in the flat.

"See?" Alec's smirk widened, taking my silence as defeat, "You mundanes. You're all talk."

I don't know what triggered it exactly. Maybe it was the cocky way he was addressing me, maybe it was because his grip seemed to grow heavier on my arm, or maybe it was his delicious scent. But whatever it was awoke the beast inside me, and every fibre in my being was screaming at me to attack.

So I did.

Within the blink of an eye, I yanked my arm out of his grip and swung around my other fist, landing a punch straight into his chest. He flew backwards, knocking into one of the big screens before crashing to the floor. I breathed heavily, trembling slightly, and blinked several times. I shouldn't have done that. I continued to breathe, trying to regain control of my human self and trying to ignore the room full of angry Shadowhunters who were now glaring at me, stalking slowly towards me.

"What the hell?" Alec growled, picking himself up off the floor. He looked mad. He began striding over to me and I automatically crouched into a defensive position, a loud growl rumbling in my chest. He stopped where he was, eyes boring hard into mine and I knew from the sudden sharpness of my vision that they must have changed into the electric blue of my wolf's.

"You're a werewolf?" It was more an accusation than a question and I crouched lower, prepared for any attack, but before anything else could happen, somebody stepped between us.

"Enough." Izzy said, whipping her eyes between us. It took a moment for me to come back but once I did, I stood slowly, suddenly very aware of the eyes on me. Once she was satisfied my human-self had gained control, she turned to Alec.

"Alec, you should know better." She chastised. But instead of answering her, he looked over my head with a betrayed look in his eyes.

"Really? You brought a mutt into the Institute?" I spun around and saw Jace coming down the few steps towards us. He looked hard at Alec and then shifted his gaze to me.

"I'll deal with you later." He said lowly and I huffed. This was so unfair, "Izzy, can you take her to Clary? If we have them in the same room at least we can limit the damage to one area." I opened my mouth to retort but Izzy shook her head, lightly pushing me to where Jace had come from.

"Just keep quiet." She whispered. I looked over my shoulder once more and Alec shook his head and glared at me, his eyes dangerously dark. I shook my head and rolled my eyes, following Izzy up the five steps and around the left corner down into a corridor which led off the main room.

"I'm sorry about that," She sighed, although her lips were tilted up in a smirk, "My brother can be quite…irksome."

"He's your brother?" I asked astonished, "Jeez, you have my sympathy." I heard her breath catch in a laugh as she continued leading me down the corridor, turning multiple corners.

"What did you say your name was again?" she asked. I hesitated to answer, but it seemed a bit pointless to hide my identity now – they all knew I was a werewolf. Besides, it was better than being called 'wolf' or 'mutt'.

"Robyn." I said.

"Robyn…" She rolled my name around on her tongue like a boiled sweet, "I like it."

"So glad you approve." I grunted but she simply continued to smirk. We stopped in front of a large door and I looked at her, eyebrow raised.

"After you," she smiled, gesturing to the door. I opened up my senses, wary in case she tried anything to avenge her brother, and pulled open the door. Stepping inside, I found myself in a light room with several hospital-type beds. Unlike the bright white of the main room, this one was a cool blue with splashes of emerald on the walls. And there in the middle bed was Clary, still unconscious.

"Is she going to be alright?" I asked, climbing the steps and standing next to her. She looked so pale and fragile right now.

"She will be," Izzy assured, standing next to me, "Jace drew the rune just in time. It's going to take a while for the venom to dissolve from her system." I looked to where the demon attacked her and noticed the edges of a rune burned into her skin. Izzy looked down at the sleeping girl for a moment before travelling around to the other side of the bed, perching herself on the edge.

"And now we wait." She smiled, patting over Clary to the bit of mattress just in front of me. Knowing she was right, I sighed and slowly sank onto the edge of the mattress, eyes fixed on Clary's peaceful-looking face.

"And now we wait."