It's Not A Utopia (An OC Shadowhunter Fanfiction)

Chapter Eleven

Grace

From the moment I laid eyes on Derek I knew that he'd take care of us. Or me, at least.

Dammit Riley! You didn't need to punch me in the arm that hard! I'm saying the truth! Oh, don't get like that. This whole storytelling thing was your idea anyways. I'm telling my side of the story. So shut up and wait your turn.

Sorry... where was I? Oh right; I felt that Derek was safe. As Riley and I walked into the rundown building, the glamour stripped off. The rundown three-story building became a small mansion.

"Woah... What kind of glamour is this? I couldn't tell there even was one till I walked in!" I said in wonder.

Derek completely stopped and swiveled around to look at me. "Weren't you a shadowhunter...? I thought you were trained to see through simple glamours."

"We are...," Riley said as he gave me a concerned look.

I blushed and put my head down. Derek shrugged it off and led us deeper into the pack house.

"Max! The shadowhunter-wolf is here!" Derek shouted as he cupped his hands around his mouth to project his voice.

"It's about time," a male voice said. Riley and I looked around everywhere trying to find the voice. Finally noticing everyone's gaze, I looked right. I punched Riley and pointed the way everyone was looking. "You look more like her than I imagined." The blonde haired, green-gray eyed thirtyish-year-old said to me, a hidden twinkle in his eyes.

I blushed and stared at the ground shyly. Riley stood up taller and eyed the man, despite the fact that everyone else was avoiding eye contact with the man.

"Shit!" I whispered as I realized who the man was. "Riley, that's the alpha! Don't look him in the eyes! It's a sign of challenge!"

Riley broke total eye contact and looked at me shocked. When he was about to say something, he was cut off by the laughter of the alpha, followed by tense laughter from the rest of the pack.

"Shit! Werewolf hearing..." I muttered. Riley hit his forehead.

"If you haven't realized that you are also a werewolf, I don't know what to tell you," the alpha said, followed with more laughter. "Well, I guess I should introduce myself. I'm Maximilian Jordan Scott; alpha of the Anthracite pack; head of the Praetor Lupus." Maximilian did a very dramatic bow. He came up smiling.

"Well..." I began awkwardly- though blondes always do that to me. No matter the age. "I'm-I'm Grace Raine Carstairs, and that's-"

"Riley Jonathan Fairchild," Riley said as he gave me a look.

"Nice to meet you. Now, I must say, Grace, when I heard your case, I was very intrigued." Maximilian said to me as he completely ignored Riley.

Derek whispered something into Maximilian's ear, as the pack watched intently. I strained to hear, but apparently, werewolves know how to whisper around other werewolves.

Maximilian's face turned from happy to troubled almost immediately. He looked at me with great concern. "That's most troubling, indeed." Maximilian squinted at me as if I somehow had the answer written on me. "So, Grace, I have met fellow werewolves who were shadowhunters at one point in their life. None have runes on their skin; can you please explain to me how you have runes?"

All the blood drained from my face. At that point, I probably could be confused with a vampire. I had a theory on why I still had my runes, but I hadn't told anyone. Not even Riley. I felt tears come to my eyes as I thought about that fateful battle. I blinked them away.