Dear Isabelle From Simon

From Apologies To Problems

***Still on Isabelle
Clary and I walked in a cold silence, I was mad at myself not her; she is a good friend and I was rude with my jealousy. I mean, I'm the stupid one, of course she is married with Jace (who was in a mission with my brother Alec right now). Clary wasn't mad at me, but was hurt and I knew it. This time I broke the silence, and with my most sincerest apologies, I started with "Clary, I'm acting like a double A hole aren't I?" Clary's turn to look at me, and say, with a quivering smirk fighting at the corner of her lips "more like a double B*+€$, you know." At that we both hollered out laughter from our mouth's, and started skipping with out arms tangled, and locked together as if me and her were like inseparable true best friends.

After fifteen minutes of walking, I looked at the sun which was turning day into dawn. Clary and I were passing by an unusually empty Central Park, and saw police tape on the trees, something had happened. "Isabelle look there's cops talking to people, let's check it out." I turned towards the police officers with there little note pads, taking in what the witnesses had experienced, and the cop cars lights shined brighter than the cities lights.

We unlocked arms and walked towards a cop, which was a werewolf, he didn't need a glamour, he was already in his human form, no worries about that. He looked up, and went towards us to greet us, possibly a werewolf from Luke's pack. He looked to be 21, not ugly, he was Burnett all the way, with spiked hair. "Hi, my name is Gabe, I'm from Luk-..." He started but was cut off by my rude self. "Yeah we know who you are, but we want to know what happened here?" Ignoring my interruption he continued smiling at Clary, "I'm from Luke's pack, your Clary, his stepdaughter, and your..." He gave me a serious look,"Isabelle Lightwood." Well, I'm use to this. Clary is too nice, sometimes,"sorry about that, but what happened here?" He replied in a serious tone,"there's been a case of people being attacked, I believe by demons, at nights shift! Mundane's think that the attacks are being done by wild dogs, which is good!" Then after he said that I was put into thought,"wait it could be ravener demons, those wicked things, they can change form into any living thing."

Me and Clary stared at each other in planning what to do next, when she asked, "has anyone died in these attacks." Gabe answered briefly,"no but they were tackled, and not bitten or stung by the demons, it's like the demons were looking for something!" "Clary you have something in mind," I asked curiously, and she replied with such confidence and courage,"yup, let's check this out and see what we're messing with!" Gabe only replied last,"good luck, I'll distract the mundanes.""Thanks," I said as Clary and myself jogged our way to Central Park's infested grounds.