Sally Jackson ran a hand through her hair and let out a sigh. She looked up from the taxes she was doing at her husband Paul. He sat across from her grading papers. She smiled as she watched him unconsciously twist a ring around his thumb, a habit that he seemed to have acquired. He looked up at her, and caught her staring at him. He smiled. "What are you thinking about?" He asked.

Sally shrugged. "You." She answered nonchalantly. "What about you?"

Paul glanced over at the clock sitting on the wall. "I'm thinking that Percy is late." He said.

Sally nodded, suddenly worried that she hadn't noticed it herself. She was his mother after all. "I'm going to go looking for him." She started to rise but Paul stopped her.

"It's fine." He said grabbing the keys from beside him. "I'll go." Before Sally could say anything Paul was already out the door.

"I'm telling you he wasn't a Downworlder." Maia leaned against the counter of the bookstore looking at her pack leader.

"Maybe he was human." Luke suggested. "Humans have been interested in our world before."

"But he wasn't human." Maia said. "At least, he didn't smell human."

"What did he smell like then?" Luke asked, silently wondering how the conversation would sound to regular mortals. It would be strange at the least. Teenage girls talking about how people smelled, Luke knew that that wasn't normal.

"Like..." Maia paused. "I can't quite place it. He smelt magical, but not like a Downworlder."

"Maybe he wasn't a Downworlder." Luke suggested. "Maybe he was a-" He was cut off as the door opened and Simon walked in.

"Hey Luke." Simon said, glancing around the bookstore. "You got anything on Greek myths?"

Luke raised a questioning eyebrow. "You interested in mythology now?" He asked.

"Something like that." Simon shrugged.

"Mythology's in the back." He said and turned back to Maia. "What do you think he was?" He asked he werewolf.

"I don't know." Maia said. "That's why I'm asking you. What were you saying that he could be?"

"It's nothing." Luke shook his head. "Just an idea that I had. You should run home. I'll be closing soon."

"Okay." Maia said, leaving.

"What was that about?" Simon asked, placing a book on the counter.

"Maia ran into a kid who was interested in Shadowhunters." Luke explained.

"Did she catch his name? Where did she see him?" Asked Simon.

"Why?" Asked Luke. "Do you think that you know him?"

Simon nodded. "Yeah."

"She ran in to him at the library."

"Thanks." Simon took his book off of the counter and headed out the door.

"Simon?" Said Luke stopping him.

Simon turned around to face him. "Yeah?" He asked.

"What was his name?"

"Percy Jackson." Simon said as he exited the bookstore.

Luke stared after the vampire as he walked away. Percy Jackson. He had heard that name before. Where had he heard it? He could vaguely remember hearing it on the news more than once. He was some kind of child terrorist, right? Or had he been kidnapped? Luke couldn't remember.

He pulled out his key and locked the door, wondering what exactly this Percy Jackson kid had to do with the Shadowhunters.

Percy stood across the street from the bookstore and sighed. It was already dark, and he had been to about seven other stores. All of them had been a bust. None of the people had ever heard of the Angel or Lightwood. He glanced at this bookstore, wondering if it would be any different. It probably wouldn't. He might as well just go back home.

He walked up to the bookstore and stopped in front of the man locking the door. There seemed something off about this man. He didn't seem quit human. Maybe he was a monster, Percy thought. No. He would of eaten Percy by now if he was.

"Sorry." Said the man. "We're closed. Come back tomorrow if you want anything."

"Do you have anything on the Angel." Asked Percy, knowing that he probably sounded like an idiot.

"The Angel?" The man looked at him. "What do you want to know about Shadowhunters?"

"Shadowhunters?" Percy had never heard the word before in his life. "What's a Shadowhunter?"

The man eyed him skeptically. "Wait a second." He said after a moment. "You're that kid. Percy Jackson."

"How do you-" Percy began to ask, but he was cut off by someone yelling his name.

"Percy!" Paul ran up beside him. "Where have you been. You're mother and I were worried about you."

"I was-" Percy glanced to the man who was locking the door, but he was gone. "I was looking for a book." He finished.

Paul looked at the door. "Well, they're closed." He said. "You'll have to come back tomorrow."

"Yeah." Percy said. "I guess I will."