"My blood may be of the fae" "And mine graced by the angel" "Yet all of my atrocities are human" "As are mine" . The backwoods Canadian Institute nestled in the foothills of the Rockie Mountains seemed to watch as the Dark War passed right by with little incident, but it was not spared from its aftermath. Three years after the Cold Peace was signed, Reagan and her Parabati Dyani are now eighteen. They'd always called the forest home and with it, all those who lived there were family. Neither of them was ready to be told they could no longer make contact with the community of fae halflings that called the quaint mountainside home; but they are Shadowhunters, and the law is the law. It's been three years since the Cold Peace was signed. They don't speak of the fae. And they certainly don't fraternize with the fae. Yet when a series of supernatural killings begin to plague the small mountain town, the institute must take action. There is to be no contact with the fae. But desperate times call for desperate measures, and old scars still cut deep. . AN: This is a story set in the Shadowhunter universe created by Cassandra Clare. This universe is not mine. Only the characters and this specific storyline are mine.