The sun had just crested over the peaks of the mountain range behind the home of Isabelle Lightwood. Isabelle slipped inside the warm apartment, her eyes locking on the cot in the center of the room. By Isabelle’s side stood her girlfriend Clary Fray. Today Isabelle had worn a black leather jacket and dark blue jeans. Smiling soft Isabelle spoke kindly “Awake already little one?”