"We need to talk. All of us. About what we are going to do now."
"I was going to watch Project Runway." - Cassandra Clare, City of Ashes

Ranger POV

It was at least half an hour later that Blade finally returned to Ranger. While Blade was away, Ranger moved to his living room, collapsing onto the fabric sofa. Unable to move, the television remained off, despite Ranger's secret longing to watch a program that would make him forget Luna and become closer to the human world, like The Jeremy Kyle Show. Covering his bright eyes with his arm, Ranger became a statue, but even when the rest of his body did, his heart wouldn't turn to stone, which meant his ache for Luna was a constant painful reminder. And the fact that Bane could be her shoulder to cry on, was enough to spread poison around his body.

"Have you found anything?" Ranger says. His eyes are still covered, however, the sound of Blade's giant boots shaking the floorboards every step of the way was enough to identify his presence in the living room.
"No, I can't find anything. It's theoretically impossible. Of course, there are very few accounts of a vampire and fairie relationship because most of them were in secret. The ones that weren't in secret don't include any information on the bond between a fairie and vampire because they were killed." Bane holds a small, leather bound, red book in his hand tightly. The silver indented pattern is enough to make it look important and the wearing leather shows it's old. Ranger removes his arm and his vision is back and though he clearly notices the book, he neglects the urge to ask questions. His mind is somewhere else completely.
"That's not important right now, Luna is." He glances at the clock reading 7:15. "God, I've been asleep for over an hour. It's still light out but that doesn't prevent danger for Luna. We should go look for her."
"Where has Cara wondered to? I haven't seen her since I brought her back to your house." Ranger had complete forgotten about Cara. His own sister! He couldn't understand the state he was in, did Luna really occupy his mind over everything else? Despite forgetting her existence, Ranger knew where she might be.
"She's in her room, probably."
"Can you go and fetch her, we'll need her to help with the search party?" Blade moved towards a small, white-framed window overlooking the forest floor-layers of different coloured leaves piled on top of each other and drowned in marshy mud.

Ranger got up to get Cara. Something painfully slices his chest deeply, causing his white shirt from his school uniform to begin to turn red. "Ranger, what's going on?" Ranger couldn't speak, the pain was overwhelming. But he had no idea anyway. He dropped down on to his knees with a bang, causing a startled Cara to appear at the living room door frame. She didn't hesitate, diving towards her brother in a few moments of uncertainty on whether Ranger was still alive.
"Ranger!" Cara yells, pressing her hand against the tear in Ranger's skin to try stopping the blood. There is so much, seeping out of the cut. "The bleeding... it won't stop. Blade, for the gods sake, do something!" Blade hadn't moved from the window, still gazing into the distance. Ranger didn't scream, tightening his fists. Blade turned his head, then looked back through the window.
"Something is happening to Luna. That's why Ranger is hurt. Maybe you were telling the truth about stopping time. The cut is over you heart, so I'm guessing that someone is playing with the most dangerous type of magic." A weeping, red faced Cara looks from Ranger's wound to a distant Blade.
"What type?"
"Love. It's so difficult to perform that no human can ever manage to complete a successful love charm, only angels can." Ranger's eyes widened,
"but nobody has ever seen an angel. Plus, there is no way an angel would encourage a war between vampires and fairies." Blade sighed.
"As you may know, the vampire race hasn't had a queen for a long time."
"Yes, because Eric's father never married." Ranger finishes for Blade. The bleeding started to stop. Cara held her hand over the wound, releasing a bright light. The wound slowly began to close and the blood started to move back into Ranger's body. After a few moments, he managed to stand up.
"Yes. There is also no record of Eric's mother, either. And according to rumours, she was neither vampire nor human, she was an angel. If his mother has the strength to contact Eric, she could be helping him." Ranger couldn't believe it. Eric's mother... an angel? Five minutes he would have laughed and called it ridiculous, but now it didn't seem so impossible.
"But that means that if Luna was to fight him, he would unleash power that Luna can't compete with." The cut had healed, however, Ranger still felt his heart break, especially with the danger Luna might be in if Eric got hold of her. Then again, Ranger's cut might mean he was already to late and Eric had her at this very moment.
"Bane doesn't know about it either, which means that both Luna and Bane might be in massive danger together."
"Why didn't Eric ever use any of his angelic power when fighting at Oak Wood High School?"
"Maybe his mother had told him to lock it up until she told him. Nevertheless, I don't doubt that he knows how to use it."

Suddenly, the window Blade had been previously looking out of, smashes to a thousand pieces. A giant wolf with a thick, black coat dives through. He stands boldly in the center of the room, paying no attention to Ranger and Cara but focusing on Blade. Ranger knows who he is.
"Eric has Luna." The wolf growls. Blade gawks,
"how? You were meant to protect her!"
"I couldn't find her. I was with my friends in the woods when I found her scent. I latched on to it and followed it but after about a mile it disappeared. I found this on the floor, stained with blood." The wolf spits out of his mouth a silver cross necklace. Blade presses a hand to his forehead.
"He took it of so he could drain her. When she passed out he would've taken her back to the castle." Ranger couldn't believe it. Eric has Luna and it's all his fault.
"There's something else." The wolf admits.
"What?" Blade says, irritated. Not at the wolf, at himself.
"My father, a close friend of Eric's father, has had an invite to Eric's wedding. Guess who the bride is."