Dirty Little Secret

Howls and Anger

Jason's POV

   When I wake up, my mind is cloudy and heavy, weighing so much, my headache is almost immediate. I wince as I wake up, my memories coming to me as I put myself into a sitting position, groans being pulled from my throat as I do.

   Finally I'm able to hold myself up against the the railing of the stairs, my body feeling heavy and sore.

    I open my eyes fully, and look around the room, praying that Nick is here, but when I manage to lean forward enough to look by the support column, my heart stops when I see Clary laying on the ground, blood spilling everywhere.

    'Nooo!' Ryan growls in my head, and I wince away from the pain, though of course it doesn't make a difference.

    "Clary." My voice is weak as I force my body to move, crawling on my hands and knees towards my sister, her brown silky fur now matted and wet, my arms and body shaking as I cry, the reality of the situation so heavy, my arms give out on me and I land in the floor as my body shakes.

    I can't see Nick. I don't know who took him. I don't know where he is. Clary isn't moving. Clary is bleeding.

   Please Goddess no.

   "Clary!" Her screamed name ends in a desperate howl, my throat screaming at me, burning in pain as I force myself to project my voice to call out for help.

    I put my forehead on the ground and take a deep breath before I force myself to finish making my way to Clary, the feel of her fur against my hand making the silent cries shift to sobs as I struggle to my knees. I study her wolf body, laying a shaking hand on her body only to feel a weak heartbeat from within.

     'Find the wound and stop the blood or it won't matter if there's a heartbeat now, there won't be in a few minutes.' Ryan tells me, and I wipe my eyes with my arm before softly rolling Clarissa until she's on her back.

    My eyes scan her body, and my body freezes when I see the knife sticking out from the middle of her chest, bruises and cuts marking her face and head.

    Looking at the knife, I use my nose to sniff it, praying to anything good or evil that I can find who did this. And I smell two things. Wolfsbane on the knife, and someone's scent.

    Nathan.

    "Fuck!" I scream, my fist connecting with the couch to the right of me, making it fly forward a foot, but I ignore it as I grab the butt of the knife, looking up at the ceiling before screwing my eyes shut.

    Without letting myself think twice about it, I pull the knife out of the wound before running towards the table, thanking the Moon Goddess that there's a water bottle there. I quickly open it before pouring the contents on the wound left behind with the poisoned knife.

    When I turn her on her side, I watch as the now dirty water rinses out some of the poison and I breath a sigh of relief when I see the edges of her chest wound start mending themselves back together.

    I sit down beside her, groaning as I stretch to grab my phone from my pocket.

    I see ten missed calls, and click on the last one before pulling it to my ear, my head throw back in defeat as the line rings. After the second ring, it picks up.

    "Jason I'm almost to your house, Nya's with me. I felt something was wrong and went and found her, and we heard your howl. Two minutes tops." He tells me, and I breathe a sigh of relief but all it gets turned into is a sob as I let the phone fall from my hands, turning to hurt them in Clary's fur in anguish.

    "It's okay Clary." I tell her, but of course she doesn't answer. Two minutes, or two hours, or two days later, I hear someone inside the house.

    I turn around and press my back against Clary, barring my teeth as I watch the half opened door, and sink into myself when I see Luis and Nya racing down the stairs, their footsteps getting slow as they take in the scene.

    "Fuck, Jason." Luis says and he walks towards me, Nya immediately going to Clary's side as I'm pulled out of the way. "What the hell happened?" He asks me and I shake my head, closing my eyes, trying to piece it together.

    "Long story short?" I ask blankly, my brain not able to process what the hell is going on, not being able to comprehend the idea that we didn't protect him.

   Nick is gone.

   "Any way you can." He tells me and I laugh.

   "My mom's third child died before birth and she stole another families baby when she was saving him from their burning house. Nick got kidnapped as a baby, and the real family found him and told him. Apparently is siblings go to our school. My mom-Shannon doesn't have a birth certificate of him, and there's evidence of a miscarriage. Someone knocked me out with gas, almost killed Clary, AND TOOK FUCKING NICOLAS!" I yell, my world crumbling as my life unravels before me.

     "Clary is going to be okay, Jace." Nya tells me after a few heavy moments and I turn towards her with relieved tears in my eyes. "You flushed the wound pretty good and I got the rest out. She would be able to heal herself by tonight." She tells me and I can finally breathe knowing that she's going to be okay.

    "Jason." I hear, and I turn towards Luis to see his dark eyes dancing with flames, his clenched fists shimmering as fire covers them. "What do you need me to do?"

    I think about it for a moment before I realize, I know exactly where we need to go.

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AHHH this book is going to end soon too! 20 chapters or less!!!

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