Original Author's Note: A song I feel represents the Jocelyn I am writing is 'I Am The Fire' by Halestorm (their new album is so good I'm in love with it) and I listened to it practically the entire time I was writing this. I hope you enjoy this chapter!

Reunions

Jocelyn,

I know that if Valentine found out about this letter and the contents, the consequences would be disastrous. Therefore, I will make this short and quick.

Lucian Graymark is alive. There has long been rumours of a werewolf who was once a Shadowhunter leading the pack by the eastern border, but I wanted to be sure before I told you. I have visited the encampment and seen him. He would like very much to see you, and I know that you probably want to see him. If you do want to see him, come by my manor and I will take you. If you do not, simply disregard this letter.

Ragnor Fell

There was a woman sitting on the bed in the master bedroom of the Fairchild manor, but it was not the same woman that had been sitting there five minutes previously. There was still a haunted look on her face and too-prominent cheekbones, but there was a light in her eyes, a light of purpose and shock.

Her son opened his mouth in a silent plea for food, his dark eyes opening and focusing on Jocelyn. She slowly and methodically lifted him up and took him downstairs to prepare a bottle for him. Even the fact that he still was not crying, had never cried in his short life, had no effect on this Jocelyn. There was no bitter stab to her heart as she held the bottle to his mouth. She was too busy marvelling and grieving at the sudden colour the world seemed to have come in to. "Luke's alive, he's alive," was repeating itself like a mantra in her head, and she suddenly burst out into hysteric laughter.

"My wife seems to be feeling better." Valentine walked into the room, smiling and shrugging off his jacket. Jocelyn sobered, but was unable to keep the grin off her face. "What is so funny to the little mother?"

"Jonathan was refusing to burp, and the face of disgust he was making made me laugh." Jocelyn was quick to reply with the lie as Valentine took his son from her.

"Resisting your mother? That's something not many can do." He kissed her, and not for the first time Jocelyn found herself holding back from it. To disguise it, she squeezed his hand as she stood up.

Valentine took her vacated seat and began burping Jonathan, his face turned downwards towards his son so that she could not see his expression.

"Valentine, I've been thinking. I have not left this house in months, and I was wondering if maybe tonight I could go for a ride? It's been so long, and I just-"

"Say no more. Of course you can go." Jocelyn was expecting an argument at the very least, and the rapid consent shocked her. As did the wide smile breaking across Valentine's face. "I have been so worried about you. It'll do you good to get out of the house. Of course you can go."

Confused, Jocelyn left the room, and Valentine smiled down at the baby blinking sleepy black eyes at him. "She's feeling better. Maybe soon we can tell her what you are, son. Maybe soon she will finally understand everything."

Jocelyn rode out to Ragnor Fell's manor as the day turned to night. He was standing outside his front door, lazily smoking a pipe which he dropped as he saw Jocelyn.

"I didn't expect you so soon."

"Is it true?"

Ragnor's expression was extremely gentle as he upturned Jocelyn's face with green fingers. "It's only too true." He tutted. "Jocelyn, just look at the state you're in! These-" he poked Jocelyn's cheeks, "could cut ice. And those shadows under your eyes put my skin to shame." His eyes raked over her as Jocelyn fought to keep her emotions in check. "Tell me about it on the way."

As they walked through Brocelind forest, Jocelyn told Ragnor everything, from her dreams to her fear that Jonathan was not hers. Ragnor remained mercifully silent until she had finished. When she had stopped talking, he stopped her in the middle of the forest and hugged her tightly.

Jocelyn held him back, surprised. Ragnor Fell was close to her family, and they had always called on him if they were ill or needed anything. But there had always been a distance between them - the obvious segregation between Shadowhunters and warlocks. Never before had she seen him do anything more than lay a hand on one of them to perform spells. She could only imagine Valentine's horror if he had seen his wife hugging a Downworlder. When Ragnor drew back from her, he was shaking his head in anger. "Jocelyn. Little Jocelyn. What you're going through - not even a Shadowhunter deserves to go through what you are going through."

She simply nodded her head wearily in acknowledgment. They walked the rest of the way to the werewolf encampment in silence, the emptiness she felt at telling her story being replaced by a bundle of nerves and fear.

The werewolf camp was larger than she had expected it to be. A large fire burnt in the centre, and roughly hewn caves surrounded it that seemed to be made out of large, tall boulders. It made Jocelyn feel supremely inferior, and she could see with her artist's eye the colours the fire must have shone across flashing blades and the red of fear and blood on the night Valentine and Luke had attacked here. She was snapped out of her daze by rumbling growls. Luke, thinner and paler than she could ever remember him being stepped out of the largest cave to the right of the fire, flanked by two huge and hulking wolves.

He spotted her and waved off the two wolves guarding him. Before Jocelyn knew it she was running, and so was he, and they both collapsed on their knees too close to the fire for comfort but Jocelyn relished the heat and the pain of finally being able to breathe without grief with him in her arms.

Their meeting was brief, full of mixed emotions and confessions. Yet Jocelyn held back from telling him about Jonathan, and Luke held back from telling her his feelings for her. But even with the secrets the meeting was sweet and poignant. To Luke it felt as though only ten minutes had passed when Jocelyn stood up to leave with Ragnor. The warlock nodded at the werewolf before leading Jocelyn back through the forest.

After a short conversation with Ragnor, Jocelyn rode back home, her heart feeling somehow lighter and heavier than before.