Moon's Whispers [Clary]

“Clary?” He asked through the door, and I heard it being opened just two seconds later. “Can I talk to you?”

“Depends,” I began, my eyes fixed on the trees outside. The night’s sky was pitch black, a greedy void of nothing that didn’t allow a single star to come through. The constant sound of leaves ruffling thanks to October’s cold winds also helped distracting me from the unpleasant thoughts he brought with him when he stepped into the room.

“On?”

“On whether you’re gonna say something stupid like you always do or actually accept what you did and have a conversation about it.” He hesitated for a second, so I turned around to meet his face. “An adult conversation, Isaac.”

“Are you calling me a kid now?” he asked and walked forward, genuine wonder in his golden eyes. It almost seemed like they were able to glow brighter than usual against the room’s darkness. He was handsome; no one could deny it. “Is that what this is all about? You think I’m incapable of being mature enough to tell you I love you and mean it?”

“Your actions prove your words wrong, just like your promises.” I bit my lip for a second, regretting the words as soon as they’d come out. Isaac’s low temper wasn’t a secret to anyone.

“And your stubbornness blocks reality,” he retorted, walking faster until his face was right in front of mine. “But I don’t judge you because of it, now, do I?”

“Is this the part where I’m supposed to feel flattered?”

“Why are you fussing about what I did so much all of a sudden? You’ve seen me doing it plenty of times before.”

“You used to stop before you killed them, Isaac…. This time you ripped the guy’s heart out,” I said, shutting my eyes but opening them again when the images flashed by. “And in front of his kid.”

“He had it coming,” he said simply, his jaw rising as he tightened it. “He was gonna put us in danger.”

“And you think someone would’ve believed his story? This isn’t how the pack works. You, out of everyone, should know how to—”

“What—you’re gonna blame me now?” he cut me off, anger shining through his eyes. “I’m the Alpha!”

“A shitty one, clearly,” I let out, regardless of whether that’d earn me a slap, a permanent scar, or even death by the hand of the only guy whom I managed to need and hate at the same time.

“What did you just say to me, Clarissa?”

I curled my bare toes, swallowing and restoring my balance so that I didn’t look as scared as I felt. In front of him, weakness wasn’t an option. “You heard me goddamn well.”

“You know the rules that come with disrespecting your Alpha,” he said, and a slight growl boiled inside his throat.

“So? Kill me. I don’t care. Let’s see how the pack falls apart with you getting rid of another one of your Omegas.” The words were out, and I could do nothing about it now. He took a second to process what I had just said, but, when he did, I felt my throat closing. This was a bad idea. I knew it from the moment his hand wrapped around my neck and the wall met my back.

“You should watch your mouth,” he growled, his teeth beginning to show and the claws of his hand cutting slightly into my skin.

“You may have fooled everyone, Isaac,” I said in a gasp, clenching his arm so that I could try and push him away. “But I know Kyle’s death wasn’t simply an accident.”

He cocked his head, pressing my neck tighter, almost insulted. “How dare you?”

“I saw you that night,” I let out, feeling how my head pounded and got heavier with the lack of oxygen, and the instinct inside me began forcing its way out. As much as I wanted it to come through, though, it was against the laws. I needed to push it back.

“Clary,” he warned in a growl, probably noticing how my gums expanded. “Don’t even think about it.” Isaac pressed harder then.

I was supposed to obey him. This would get me into big trouble if it didn’t end like he wanted it to…but there were things I couldn’t control. The animal inside of me being one.

“Clarissa,” he said again, though it was useless. The pain in my body grew, the usual feeling of every single bone snapping following close behind. Isaac’s back hit the opposite wall before I knew it, and the world began to grow around me—walls, roof, furniture, it all enlarged.

The floor greeted me, cold and hard. I felt my extremities morphing, rage turning solely into pain. Everything hurt now, but the sensation faded just as quickly as it had appeared. I’d learned to quicken the process, because dragging it and letting it go on by itself meant unnecessary torture—I learned my own limits already.

My vision was sharp now, and I noticed Isaac’s angry eyes morphing into his protective ones. I backed away as much as I could, hearing the wood creak under my paws, but he kept taking dangerous steps toward me. Growling at him was useless, too, since he simply growled back. The hairs in my back rose, and that was enough sign for Isaac to stop.

He knelt down where he was, looking straight into my eyes. “If somebody finds out you defied me like this, they’ll kill you regardless of whether you’re one of the last Three or not.” If I could’ve rolled my eyes, I would have. He had nothing on me. Aggression against a pack member was just as forbidden, but he wasthe Alpha. And even if I was right—and I was—they would believe him over me. “Jesus, Clary…you’ve grown so strong. I wouldn’t want to hurt you over some stupid thing like this.”

Isaac began to reach his hand out, and I knew exactly what he wanted to do. The bastard intended to pet me.

As if I’d let that happen.

Without giving him further warning, I reached out and took his hand on my mouth. He didn’t have time to react fast enough, and the shock gave me time to figure out an escape route before he came at me.

Releasing him, I targeted the window and ran against it, not even bothering on second-thinking it. He was fast; I wouldn’t risk wasting time.

“Clarissa!” I heard glass shattering and his voice fading into the wind behind me. “What did you see that night?”

But I ignored him, seeing how the night received me with open arms instead.