Izzy spat out blood, falling on the ground with a thud! Wiping her mouth she tried to get up but her limps wouldn't respond to her tired and dizzy mind after been thrown around and hit like a rag doll. A gloved hand grabbed her by the hair bringing her bleeding, bruised face to his own. "Where is she?" He growled.

"I'll never tell." She spat blood onto his shoe, a particularly bad habit of hers, he had realized. He punched her again in the stomach and allowed her to fall bleeding onto the ground moaning in pain as she did. "I will find her. Whether you help me or not!" He reached up and grabbed the quivering Isabelle and then threw her.

"Let me go!" Clary had been screaming, tied up to a chair in the cellar of a building she did not recognise. The only light was from a single dangling lightbulb that flashed strange shadows across the walls. From upstairs she could hear voices and occasionally catch a couple of words. "Izzy... Jonathan must've... we could try... not listen..."

She'd promised herself that she wouldn't cry, she would cry from fear or from loss. "Please let me go!" At that moment the door opened and three figures entered the room. She recognised Jace and Alec but the third she'd never seen before. He was tall and muscular and wore simple jeans and collar t-shirt with a police badge hanging from a pocket on his shirt. "What do you want from me?"

The tall man crouched in front of her. "Hello Clary," he spoke calmly, "my name is Luke, and you've met Jace and Alec." He motioned to the two boys.

"Why did you take me away from my family." She looked into Luke's eyes.

"You are not safe with him. No one is."

"What are you talking about?" She yelled panicked and confused.

"Your brother is not who you think he is." Jace crossed his arms and lent against one of the wooden beams holding up the ceiling. "He's killed hundreds of people, and he will kill thousands more if he succeeds in his plans."

"That's not true! He would never do anything like that, you've got no proof." All three boys looked at each other.

"He killed a Shadowhunter in Paris and-" Alec began.

"Yes, I know I was there. That Shadowhunter was going to hurt me, that's what Jonathan told me."

"Jonathan lied to you," Jace spoke again.

"You have no proof of that!" She screamed pulling against the ropes that bounded her to the chair. 

"And you have proof that he didn't?" All eyes were on her as she tried to think of something... anything!

Nothing.

"See what did I tell you?" Clary shot him a killing look and struggled against the ropes.

"If you think all this is going to make me trust you, then you're wrong."

"She's got a point, Jace," Luke spoke and silently conversation seemed to go between them leaving the red-haired girl sitting there awkwardly in silence. Finally, Luke began to untie her and she wrung her hands that were sore from fighting against the rope and had left a red line across then which she watched in surprise as they healed quickly. Jonathan must have used a healing rune. Everyone expected her to run or attack but she knew it would be useless to try and escape or fight three men without a weapon. "Let this be the first step in earning  your trust." Luke looked at her and suddenly she realized that unlike her and the two boys, he didn't have any runes.

"Are you mundane?" She asked in pure curiosity. Again, a silent conversation went through them leaving Clary feeling left out. The tall muscular man turned to her and his eyes flashed an unnatural emerald green. She gasped slightly.

A werewolf.