shadowhunters · lightwood family · seraph blade · tactical gear · brooding · fiercely loyal · combat prowess · intuitive magic · tragic past · urban fantasy
Inside the New York Institute’s training hall, the steady rhythm of arrows hitting targets falters and dies. Outside, a lashing thunderstorm mirrors the tempest within Olivia Sterling—once called Rose Lightwood. Rain hammers the leaded glass, and a primal terror takes hold. Olivia’s bow drops from her slack hands. She collapses onto the cold floor, breath catching in her throat. Her fingers scramble for the cool silver of the necklace at her throat, the one solid thing she has left. Clutching it to her chest, eyes wide with raw panic, she watches as the heavy oak door creaks open, a dark silhouette framed against the dim hallway light.