A/N: Sorry, there might be a little confusion here. To avoid repetition, I've skipped the fight with the Greater Demon.. sorry if this annoys anyone, I'm just not great at variation with fight scenes - hopefully I can save ideas for the bigger fights. Thank you! :)

Izzy's POV

"Stupid, mutt," I spit, holding a cloth to Clary's wound. "You could have gotten her killed."

"You've told me at least ten times," He replies - pacing back and forth and running a hand through his hair as he tries calling Luke. "Goddamit, pick up!"

"Try calling Jace." I shove my phone into his palm, "See if he kills you before I do. Speed dial two."

"What do I tell him?"

"Tell him you almost got the love of his life slaughtered by a greater demon."

Simon stands by the door, his fists clenched and his eyes dark as he looks over the scene in front of him - eyeing up Clary's wounds with confusion and worry. From here I can see him properly for the first time. He's tall and lean with dark hair that hangs carelessly in his eyes. Good looking... for a leech.

I try to draw a iratze on Clary's stomach but it disappears almost instantly - the blood continuing to ooze from the gashes as she turns paler. "We need Magnus. The iratze isn't working."

"Clary? Izzy?" A panicked shout comes from downstairs followed by heavy footsteps hammering against the stairs. "Clary?"

Jace.

Simon, stepping away from the door in alarm, backs up against the opposite wall - his dark eyes focused on the door. The werewolf drops my phone into my lap, kneeling down beside me to hold his hands to Clary's wound as Jace, Zander and Alec rush into the room.

"What happened?" Jace demands as soon as he sees Clary - falling to his knees beside her and pushing her hair back from her face gently. "What. Happened?" He growls, looking up.

"Greater demon."

"I gathered from the panicked calls and texts," He drawls, glaring at me. "What I want to know is why Clary is lying on the floor, bleeding to death."

"That's my fault," the werewolf says and Jace directs his glare to him. "I didn't realise she was so close when I killed it. It lashed out in anger and hit her."

"Who are you?"A new voice asks.

"Jordan. Jordan Kyle," the werewolf says, looking up and then freezing when he sees Damien - his mouth hanging open a little.

"Y-You're Jordan Kyle?" Damien asks with horror written across his face. "W-What..."

"Can you two stop your little reunion and actually help?" Jace hisses, looking up at Alec. "Is he answering yet?"

Alec shakes his head, his phone cradled between his shoulder and his ear and he desperately tries drawing an iratze on Clary's skin - cursing under his breath when it keeps disappearing. "He was at a meeting today."

"She won't make it if we don't get her to Magnus soon," Zander says and picks up Clary's blade. "We need to get her back to the institute."

Jace nods, gently pushing his hands underneath Clary to lift her up - one hand on her back, the other under her knees. "Keep calling Magnus."

"Why is it always Clary who gets herself into these things?" Zander mumbles from beside me, shaking his head.

"She's forgotten everything," I reply, picking up Clary's discarded blade. "She doesn't know how to properly defend herself."

"Then we need to train her again, don't we?" Jace says - his eyes glinting with worry and panic. "Otherwise this will keep happening... and I don't know how much more I can take of watching her suffer."

Clary's POV

"Do you love me?" I ask.

He stares back at me with his heart-breaking honey eyes - his hair tousled and his mouth turned up at the corners in a soft smile. "Of course I do."

"But you love the old me, not the new me," I whisper.

"I love you," he says softly, trailing his fingers along my cheek. "The old you and the new you are the same person. They have the same face and the same laugh and the same smile. They have the same crease between their eyebrows and the same scar above their left eyebrow from a fight with a demon when they were ten. They are the same person. I am in love with you - old and new."

"Clary?"

I look over my shoulder and Jonathan is standing there with his platinum hair, gleaming in the sunlight - his dark eyes shining with malice as he steps towards me

"Clary."

Jace grabs on to my elbow protectively but Jonathan snatches my hand - tugging me towards him. I'm like the rope in a game of tug-of-war, and my head hurts with the panic coursing through my veins. I struggle in Jonathan's hold and I try to pull my hand from his iron grip.

"Clary," Jace says. "Clary, wake up. Wake up."

"Clary?"

My eyes slowly flutter open - taking in my surroundings with confusion, causing my eyebrows to scrunch up.

The first thing I'm aware of is that Jace is sitting on a chair beside the bed I'm lying on. He's sitting on the chair backward so his chin is rested on the back as he watches me; his amber eyes roaming over my face with worry.

The second thing I realise is that a shooting pain is boiling across my torso like a comet - burning up and distracting me from focusing on anything else. I wince a bit as I try to prop myself up so I'm in a more comfortable position and hiss through my teeth.

"Careful," Jace warns, moving his hands to support me in any way that he can but they end up uselessly hovering over my stomach. He drops his hands back to his sides, sighing softly.

"W-" I wince. "What happened?"

"You had a run in with a Greater Demon," he says softly, pushing hand through his hair. "You got hit."

I pick at the threads on the sheet, biting my lip a little. "And Simon?"

"He's with the pack... there was a ... misunderstanding," He says, carefully picking his words.

"A misunderstanding?"

"Between Jordan Kyle, Jaimie and Zan," Jace explains.

"Jaimie?" I frown. "Why?"

He sighs, rubbing his forehead a little and sighing - he looks tired. "Some history. But I'll tell you later, okay?" I go to protest. "At the moment you need to rest."

"I want to know," I complain - my eyebrows puckering with confusion. "Why were they arguing?"

He sighs. "Jaimie's ex-girlfriend, Maia, used to be Jordan's girlfriend too. When Jordan was changed he lashed out in jealously at the Dales' parent's and younger sister." His expression turns sad as he stares down at my hand and takes it in his gently. "There was nothing they could do."

"J-Jordan killed them?" I whisper. "B-But..."

"Jordan wouldn't on purposely hurt anyone. That's what Luke's trying to clear up," He says. "But the Dale's are threatening to leave if we don't sort it out."

I frown. "And how does Zan come into this?"

"Jordan and Zan are half brothers," Jace explains, raising his eyebrows.

Of course.

That memory I had when I stepped into the Institute for the first time and I remembered Zan receiving the news that his brother, Jordan, had been changed into a werewolf. I just hadn't made the connection.

"So, Zan was backing him up?" I guess and raise my eyebrow.

He nods. "It happened two years ago. The Dales were furious; wanted Jordan to be arrested and Zan to be stripped of his runes but we couldn't let that happen. Jordan was in prison for half a year but we had to vouch for him in front of the Clave and promise it was an accident. The werewolf owes us."

"He has a name, Jace," I say softly, frowning with disapproval. "And he's my friend."

"Clary," He whispers, shaking his head and stroking my cheek lovingly. "Jordan Kyle doesn't make friends. He makes enemies. Make sure you're not one of them."

Unknown POV

I sit on my bed with a small sigh - pressing the green call button and balancing the cell phone between my shoulder and ear as I undo my shoe laces.

"Twenty-four," he says on the other line; his voice deep and chilling. "The girl. Is she there?"

"Yes, she's here."

"Have you had a chance to talk to her?" He presses. "Is she aware of her power?"

"No, not that I know of," I reply.

"It's very important you find out soon or he'll have both our heads."

I fall back against the covers and drag a hand over my face - closing my eyes with exhaustion. "I know, I know. You've told me at least a hundred times before."

"Well, don't you forget it," He snaps. "Now..."

My mind wanders to the fight earlier. How pale Clary was. How Jace was refusing to leave her side. Once again, a werewolf was the source of the problem.

Jordan Kyle.

"...and then I need you to go to Alicante. Fifteen will be there waiting for you. She doesn't like people who are late."

"I hate Fifteen," I growl, narrowing my eyes as my hand tightens around the phone. "She's deceitful and-"

"- a good agent," he cuts in, "And don't you forget it."

"How could I forget the girl I was in love with?" I spit. "I'll be there. But don't expect me to go to her funeral if my blade 'accidentally' sinks into her chest."

"Good."

I hang up - burying my face in my pillow and groaning.

Time to see her again.

Great.