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Third's POV:
Numb. All Noah Garroway felt is numb as they made their way back at the loft. He couldn't think straight, his mind was swirling with unanswered questions. He wanted to go back at the police station, scream, yell, and demand his fa— Luke some answers. Had he meant it? Did he lie to him all those years? The love he showed? The trust he built with him?
He slowly stopped running, catching Clary's attention. «Noah? » His hair was covering his face, so Clary couldn't tell how he looked like right now— nor read his expression. «I, » He clenched his fist, gulping down the lump in his throat. He couldn't even speak without sounding so vulnerable. Clary's eyes soften, getting the hint. She was sad, and she knew he didn't need her pity, she sympathised with him instead. «Wait for me here. » She left him alone hesitantly, her footsteps being mere echoes in Noah's ears as she disappeared inside the loft.
Noah crouched down, covering his face with his hands as a harsh sob left his throat, biting hard his lips— to the point where he felt a metallic taste, blood slowly trickling down. Anger. He felt burning anger inside of him. But that soon followed by sorrow, confusion and frustration, but the one that dominated the most was anger.
He took a sharp inhale of breath, wiping the tears away, his eyes draining of any emotions, as well as his face, rushing inside the loft. As he came to the living room, his eyes slightly widened when he saw the demon attacking Clary. «Clary! » Without wasting time, he lunged at the demon, tackling him on the ground. Clary gasped, holding her shoulder as she stood up, eyes following Noah as he was rolling around with the demon.
She screamed and ducked down when the demon flew above her head, Noah quickly lifting himself up and rushing at the demon. As the demon hissed at him, throwing a poisoned tentacle, Noah caught it and ripped it from its mouth, earning a pained screeched. Grabbing the demon's head, he ripped it apart, at the same time, a sword being plunged by the stubborn demon's chest, disappearing into ash.
Noah's eyes narrowed upon seeing the blond Shadowhunter.
« What? No 'thank you' for saving your life? »
« Does 'fuck you', count? »
♚
Arriving at the institute, Noah had his hand healed because of his special werewolf blood. Currently, he was in an unfamiliar bedroom, while Clary was in the infirmary room. He turned his head towards the door when he heard a knock, seeing Alec Lightwood at the door, having clothes in hand. Seems as though he looked awkward. «I uh, I need your clothes because they got affected by demon blood. » Noah sighed, silently nodding his head.
