Chapter Eleven

Three days passed and Luke not once reverted to his human body. He came in and out of consciousness, mostly staying out. Magnus and Dorothea both knew this was not a good omen.

Magnus checked the wound. It was a nasty one, but it was healing. He had recovered Luke's personal affects, the few that he had with him. He found what appeared to be a container of some type of medicine. He'd been suspecting Luke had taken something, after he was so slow to recover from this wound. There were a few herbs that weakened werewolves, and when he checked it out he found he was correct. The fact that the wolf emerged at all, much less a complete takeover – Magnus could see why Luke had been so concerned.

As much as he liked to be optimistic, it felt wrong for Luke to be here in such dire straits without anyone who truly cared for him. He had no way to get in contact with Jocelyn. The system she and he set up only worked if she sent him a message first, and she had not sent one. He and Dorothea were doing what they could but he had first spoken with Luke a little over a week ago, and as Dorothea said, she knew him mainly as her free handyman.

Jocelyn had told him Luke had a sister who lived in Idris. He understood that they were estranged even before Jocelyn forbade Luke from having contact with the Shadow World, but this situation was out of his hands. He had lived a long time and seen extraordinary magic users, but even so, he found time after time love to be a greater power, and he hoped the love the siblings had for each other could pull Luke through.

Ragnor Fell owed him a favor, and he sent him a message asking him to convey a message to Amatis Herondale. Ragnor sent a response two days later saying that Amatis agreed to come. They set a time a few hours from then for her to take care of her business and pack. Then, right on time – Ragnor was always prompt, that was not one of Magnus' strong suits – Magnus was greeting Amatis herself. There was a definite family resemblance; their coloring, the light blue eyes.

"Welcome to New York. Thank you for coming." Magnus said solemnly.

"Where is he?" said Amatis fiercely. This was woman on a mission. That was fine by Magnus.

"Right this way."

They walked in silence. There was no one else in the cells and Dorothea had gone home. When they reached the area in front of his cell, he could see that Luke was unconscious. Magnus' heart twinged when he heard Amatis' mournful voice and saw her sink to her knees.

"Oh, darling. What has happened to you?"

Magnus hadn't been sure what to expect when Amatis saw Luke. A werewolf was a truly fearsome beast. Many were on edge in their presence. Even in his current state, Luke was no exception. He transformed into a slim but long legged werewolf with dark grey fur and golden eyes.

Magnus stayed quiet for a few moments, giving her a moment to gather herself. He mused how once again, for having just met the man, he was privy and witness to such deeply personal moments of his, until Amatis spoke again. "I have some questions I need answered. Ragnor Fell didn't tell me much. Only that Lucian was having trouble with his transformations, that he had been gravely injured, and that he was stuck as a werewolf. Will you tell me what you know?"

Magnus had been contemplating how much to tell her. He knew Jocelyn didn't want her location known to Shadowhunters. He wouldn't have called Amatis if Jocelyn were here, but that's how the dice had fallen.

"I can tell you some. It came to my attention that Luke – Lucian, rather – was having trouble with his werewolf transformations. They were starting to happen without his control. It also came to my attention he planned to kill himself. I was able to save his life, but the wound is self inflicted. It has now been five days since he was in his human body."

"I've heard the transformations can be difficult to control, but I've never heard of a werewolf getting stuck."

Magnus had heard of this, but he was centuries old. It was not a fact werewolves wanted known, especially to Shadowhunters. They mostly dealt with it themselves the rare times it did occur, or they were killed in combat.

"I don't know why this is happening, but I know of no spell to reverse this."

"Alright. Thank you. If you don't mind, I'd like to be sit here alone with him."

"I must ask one thing first. You shunned your brother when he was turned. Do you have any intention of killing him now?"

Amatis answered calmly, though sadness was just below the surface. "No. I couldn't do it then, and I won't now. This is not how I would have liked to see Lucian again, but this is my chance. I'll sit here with him until he turns back, as long as it takes.

His risk in contacting Amatis seemed in actuality to be no risk at all, and he smiled. "I'm glad to hear that. Please, make yourself comfortable."