"i am ember
burning down your empire
glowing brighter than the darkness inside of you."
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Clary Saltzman thought living in a strange town with her estranged biological father and half-sister would be all she had to worry about...
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐒 be the bigger person. i can't, i'm only 5'3.
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CLARY SITS IN the back seat of her father's cruiser. She stares out the window, knowing full well he keeps glancing at her.
She doesn't want to give him the satisfaction of eye contact. She's still so angry that she's away from home, away from her family.
"You look so different since the last time I saw you," Charlie says softly.
Clary doesn't acknowledge him as she looks down at her phone as a message from Hope pops up. A small smile graces her face as she reads the message.
Charlie clears his throat. "Your mother said that it was your idea to come—"
"It was not my idea!" Clary shouts, finally turning around to stare at her father, or more, the back of his head. He jumps, startled. It's the first thing she's said since he picked her up from the airport. "It was not my idea to come all the way out to this rainy ass place—a place I haven't been to since I was four! It was not my idea to live with strangers, and it certainly was not my idea to leave my family behind!"
Her father is rendered silent for a moment, further angering Clary. She clenches and unclenches her fists in her lap repeatedly as she fights to regain control over her wolf.
But it's useless—the anger is too much.
Resisting the urge to tear into Charlie, she opens the car door and jumps out of the moving vehicle, rushing into the forest.
As soon as her feet touch the dirt in the forest, far from humans, Clary transforms into her brown wolf. She growls, her canines dripping with saliva.
She doesn't want to be here. She belongs in Mystic Falls at the school with her own kind, not with humans she doesn't know.
And she certainly doesn't want to be in the rainiest town in the United States.
Although it has a great forest from what she's seen so far, Clary still doesn't feel at home. She doesn't feel like she belongs here.
She hears her father yelling after her, but she ignores him as she quickens her pace, barrelling through the forest like a bowling ball and knocking down everything in her way.
She's angry at herself for listening to Josie and thinking it was a great idea to live with her father for a few months. Or however long she has to stay here.
As she moves through the forest like a raging beast, Charlie is driving to his house as fast as legally possible, hoping Clary is heading there.
It occurs to him that she most likely doesn't remember where the house is or what it looks like, so he quickly turns around and heads for the police station.
He hopes to get together a search party to find the sixteen-year-old.
Clary comes to a stop at a cliff overlooking the ocean. She sniffs the air, smelling something familiar but yet not at the same time.
