Hello my wonderful followers, readers, Supernatural and Shadowhunters/mortal instruments fans! This chapter is when things really start. Hope you enjoy!

Carry on wayward supernatural fans, and happy patrol shadowhunters.

Andra, Addy, Jace, Clary, and the ever-so-charming Clary's parabatai Simon are on a quest to hunt down and vanquish a pack of Lobishomen, those pesky pack demons. Several mundanes have already been rudely attacked and killed, so it's up to her ragtag group to save the day.
Addy and Simon are deep in conversation about something that Andra couldn't care less about, but hey, at least it's a distraction from the awkward eye-locking competition between Jace and Clary. It's like watching a particularly cringe-worthy romantic comedy that Clary makes Andra watch with her, but with added danger and demonic adversaries. Andra's resisting the urge to call them out on their googly eyes because, let's face it, they could switch from smoldering to sword-wielding at any moment.
On the bright side, at least Andra doesn't have to deal with Dean. It's been weeks since she's had the pleasure of his company, and wow, what a blessing that has been. She almost managed to sweep that coffee shop moment they shared under the rug of blissful forgetfulness, until she bumped into him at Magnus's loft, of all places, just as she and Alec were returning from a lovely dinner. And if that wasn't enough, she ran into him again while on patrol, with her parabatai adding insult to injury with her teasing comments.
But now, it's been weeks since Andra has seen Dean, and it's been positively delightful. Sure, she kind of misses having him around to tease, but who cares, right? He's just so irritating, and ugh, far too handsome for his own good.
Oh, the enigmatic Dean Winchester. The one who can handle himself in a fight, along with his ever-reliable brother, Sam. But perhaps Dean isn't all that bad, especially since he agreed to accept Magnus's help for their friend Jack, who's now a warlock. Ah, the joys of a lovely reality merge.
Andra wonders if the Winchesters are still on the trail of those mischievous witches responsible for the permanent reality merge. Even though they now know that their realities are stuck together like superglue, will they still go hunting for those pesky witches? According to the Winchester gospel, as explained by their friend Castiel, an angel of all things, the hunters' methods are, well, less than desirable. Burning the bodies of angry ghosts, using dead man's blood to weaken vampires, and, oh, the classic move, chopping off heads. It's like a horror movie marathon that Simon makes them watch with a dash of supernatural chaos.
And let's not forget that Sam and Dean were raised as hunters, just like the Shadowhunters, according to the books. Not much different, right? It's like a quirky crossover episode like those shows Simon is always talking about waiting to happen. But hey, at least Andra can count on the fact that Dean, with all his rugged charm, can hold his own in a scrap.
Ah, the familiar buzz of New York City, with its flashing lights resembling a shade of apple green in the night. And oh, what's with Dean's goofy little smile? Does he honestly think it's charming or something?
"Okay," Addy said, bumping her hip into Andra's. "You've been quiet all night."
"Simon's talking for me." Andra quipped.
"Hey," Simon protested with a smirk. "I resent that."
"Even though it's true?" Jace smirked.
"I have you know, Izzy don't mind me talking."
"Maybe she just tunes you out?" Jace asked, glancing around, his hand on his weapon.
Andra snorted. "I do." She said, snickering at Simon's mock look of being insulted.
"Okay." Clary said, stepping In between her parabatai and boyfriend. Jace and Simon giving each other mock scowls. "You have been quiet, Andra."
Andra shrugged. "Don't really have anything to say?"
"You're thinking about someone." Addy smirked.
She glared at Addy. Why did she ever agree to be Addy's parabatai again? Sometimes she wanders. "Thanks for that, Addy." Addy grinned unapologetically.
"Wait, who?" Jace asked, his tone changing from playful to protective big brother in an instant, eyes alight by a passing car focusing on her.
Andra rolled her eyes. She had given up a long time ago on trying to get her brothers to stop protecting her. That was an argument that she was never going to win. "No. Just continue giving Clary bedroom eyes."
"What? I wasn't." Jace said as Clary found the payment rather interesting.
"Oh, you were," Simon said. "I would say I'm the 3th wheel but there's two more people with me. So," Clary shot Simon a dirty look, to which he smiled sheepishly.
"4th wheel?" Addy guessed.
Simon snapped his fingers pointing at Addy, grinning. "Perfect!"
Addy beamed. "Thank you kind sir!"
"You really sure?" Jace asked, Ignoring Addy and Simon, as Clary snickered at them.
"Am I sure I'm not thinking about someone? That would be kind of difficult considering it's my mind." Andra said.
"Andromeda, I mean it. Come on. It's us. You can tell us who it is."
"Right, sure. I really wasn't thinking about anybody. Just the demons that we are out to kill. That's all."
Andra couldn't help but snort as she half-listened to the conversations while strolling down the street. Eventually, the group separated – Clary and Simon went one way, Jace headed off to meet up with Alec, and Andra and Addy went the other way. Ah, Lobishomen, those tricky creatures. But then again, in their line of work, any demon is dangerous.
"Hey, you remember when I asked you to be my parabatai?" Addy asked.
"Un.. yeah? It was before the battle with Valentine." And the day that her older brother kissed the man that she is in love with in front of the entire Clave. It had gone from a joyous day to heartbreak in just a few moments. Not to mention not knowing who was going to come back from the battle had loomed over them as well.
Andra's lips twitched into a bittersweet smile as they continued, turning down an alley. She still vividly remembered the day they met. It was shortly after she was adopted by the Lightwoods, and she had been in the training room with Jace. He was helping her catch up when Adelynn Thorne had boldly walked in and confidently told Jace to take a break because she was taking over for a bit. And from that moment on, they just clicked. They were practically inseparable since that day, and Addy had become a part of her adopted family.
Addy had asked her to be her parabatai before the battle because no one knew who was going to come back. And Andra had said yes for the same reason, and because she had been considering it for a long time before that. Addy was just brave enough to ask first.
"And we've known each other since we were young. Right?" Addy asked, her tone casual. But Andra Knew that she was trying to make some sort of point.
"Addy, get to the point before I shove you in a mud puddle."
Her parabatai snorted. "You know I can tell in feel that something is on your mind. Want to talk about it?"
"Nothing is on my mind."
"Andromeda," Addy stopped, grabbing her elbow to stop her. "I'm your parabatai, your sister and friend. Whatever it is you know you can trust me with it, right?"
It wasn't about trust, It was about the difficulty to open up to anybody. Andra sighed. Keeping secrets from Addy Is tearing her up inside.
"You can't tell anyone." Andra met Addy's eyes.
"You know I won't."
Andra glanced around, and up, making sure that they were the only ones in the alley. "I've been keeping a secret from you." Several secrets in fact. Addy nodded encouragingly. "I'm part fae."
Addy's face split into a soft smile. "I know. I've known since I met you. But thank you for finally telling me."
Andra snorted, feeling both surprised and relieved. "Well isn't that something?"
"I am curious why you haven't told anybody. I mean, Alec Is dating a warlock. Izzy dated a vampire before all that drama went down. So why not tell everyone?"
Andra shrugged, stuffing her hands in her pockets as they continued their way. "Honestly? It's because I've been keeping the secret for so long that it would hurt everyone if I tell them now." It went the same for her other secrets. One she knew without a doubt not everyone would understand.
"Mark knows. Doesn't he?"
"Yeah. Don't get mad at him for keeping the secret for me. I asked him to."
Addy snorted. "I'm not mad. If anything I love him more for keeping your secret."
Andra hummed. "You knew and yet you still asked me to be your parabatai?" She muttered. "Even after what happened after the Dark war?"
"Well, yeah. Because you were always meant to be my parabatai." They shared a smile.
They stop, looking at one other, before nodding. Everyone else should be in place by now.
Andra's heart races as she and Addy moves, her senses alert to the presence of the pack of Lobishomen. The city lights casts an eerie glow. Her fellow Shadowhunters move with calculated precision, their weapons at the ready.
As they close in on the pack, the air crackles with anticipation. The sound of snarling and growling grows louder, and the distinctive scent of the demons fills Andra's nostrils. Without hesitation, the group launches into action, engaging the Lobishomen with a fierce determination. Seraph blades clash against the demonic creatures, arrows fill the air, creating a chaotic symphony of battle.
Andra fights alongside her comrades, her movements fluid and purposeful. Addy's presence by her side is both reassuring and empowering, their parabatai bond strengthening their resolve. Jace and Clary move with unparalleled agility, their partnership a seamless dance of deadly grace. Alec's precision with his bow is unmatched, each arrow finding its mark with deadly accuracy. Simon fights with ferocity, his determination unwavering.
Andra catches sight of a Lobishomen attempting to flee into the shadows. Without a second thought, she breaks away from the group, determined to prevent the demon from escaping. Her footsteps echo on the city streets as she gives chase, the adrenaline fueling her pursuit.
The darkness seems to engulf her as she races deeper into the back alleys of New York, the sounds of the ongoing battle fading into the distance. Every rustle of plastic bags and clattering of empty cans heightening her awareness.
The demon launches at her from the shadows, swifting her off her feet. Pain shoots through her body as she hits the unforgiving ally wall, her breath knocked from her lungs.
Andra steadies herself, her breath coming in sharp gasps as she surveys her surroundings. Facing the formidable threat of the fleeing Lobishomen Isn't ideal, but there's no time for waiting. In the City lights, she draws the runes on her skin, the shimmering symbols glowing with a radiant power. With a swift motion, she pulls her seraph blade and one of her daggers, the gleaming edges reflecting the light.
As the Lobishomen emerges from the shadows, Andra braces herself for the impending confrontation. The demon's eyes gleam with a feral hunger, its snarls echoing through the night. Without hesitation, Andra launches herself into the fray, her blades meeting the demon's with a resounding clash.
She channels her training, her movements guided by a potent combination of strength and agility. Thehe runes etched into her skin, their power infusing her with resilience and speed. The Lobishomen is a formidable adversary, its savage attacks testing Andra's resolve with every lunge and strike.
Andra's breath comes in ragged bursts, her muscles straining under the relentless assault. The demon's claws leave deep gashes in her Jacket.
With a surge of unyielding resolve, Andra pushes back against the Lobishomen, her blades finding its mark with lethal precision. The demon lets out a guttural howl as Andra's strike connects, and she watches as it crumples. The air is thick with the aftermath of battle, and Andra's breath comes in ragged gasps as she surveys the fallen demon.
Though victorious, Andra is not unscathed, but nothing she hadn't experience before.
Her chest heaves with exertion, beads of sweat glistening on her brow as she leans against the cold, unforgiving stone of the alley wall. Her muscles ache from the relentless battle, the adrenaline coursing through her veins as she catches her breath. The dull throb in her back Is irritating.
"Well done," A voice that was from her nightmares spoke.
Andra's pulse quickens as she surveys the dimly lit alley, her senses on high alert. In the shadows, a figure materializes, shrouded in an ominous cloak of darkness. Her breath catches in her throat as the silhouette takes on a haunting familiarity, sending a shiver down her spine. A sense of unease washes over her, an inexplicable dread that grips her heart with an icy hand.
Her mind reels with a nameless apprehension, her instincts screaming a silent warning that she struggles to comprehend. The air crackles with an unseen menace, and Andra's every nerve is alight with a primal sense of foreboding.
As she gazes on the enigmatic figure, a wave of disquiet washes over her, terror that claws at the edges of her consciousness. The familiar yet twisted visage of the figure sends a chill through her veins, a haunting specter that pierces her resolve with an intangible dread.
"Valentine," she spits out the name like a curse. "No. You're dead."
The figure's lips curl into a sinister smirk, the dim light glinting off the malevolent gleam in his eyes. "Ah, Andromeda, I'm still very much alive to you," He drawls, his voice dripping with a chilling charm. "It seems you've stumbled into quite the predicament, haven't you?"
She grits her teeth, refusing to show any sign of weakness in the face of her most loathed adversary. "You're dead," She retorts. "This is a trick."
Valentine chuckles darkly, the sound echoing through the narrow alley with an unsettling resonance. "Oh, but Andromeda, you've always been a part of my grand design, whether you realize it or not," he taunts, his words carrying a weight of unnerving certainty, from a memory that she would like to forget.
Her jaw had clenched as she met Valentine's chilling gaze with unyielding defiance. "I will never be a pawn in your twisted schemes," She had declared, her voice ringing with an unwavering resolve. No. No. He can't still be alive. Jace and Clary, they saw him die. She must have hit her head.
"Ah, but you see, dear Andromeda, you already are," His voice had dripped with cruel amusement, his eyes alight with a malevolent gleam.
Andra's grip titans around her weapons, her every fiber bristling with a seething fury. "You're not real,"
His laughter fills the alley, a haunting symphony of malice that sends a shiver down Andra's spine. "Oh, my dear Andromeda, to you," he sneers, his words resonating with an unsettling sense of triumph. "I am real enough."
Andra's fury ignites as she lunges at Valentine, her blades flashing with a lethal intent. In a disorienting moment, he vanishes into thin air, leaving her grasping at shadows. Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she whirls around, her eyes scanning the empty alley, every sense on high alert.
Before she can gather her thoughts, Addy comes running up to her, concern etched across her features. "Andra, are you alright?" She asks, her voice laced with worry.
Andra's gaze flickers with lingering apprehension, but she forces a mask of composure. "I'm fine, Addy," she replies, her tone carefully neutral. "Just a close call with a demon."
Addy studies her intently, a flicker of doubt crossing her expression, but she nods. "We need to regroup with the others," She says, her concern flowing like a river, grabbing her arm and drawing a Uruz.
Andra nods, her mind still reeling from the encounter with Valentine, real or not. As they make their way back to the others, she keeps the chilling encounter to herself, the weight of the unspoken lingering like a shadow in her heart.