Werewolf AU | Jace-Sebastian-Alec

Jace was thankful for one thing: Magnus's vacation house in the middle of a small town in the deep forest of the Northwest corner or nowhere wasn't vividly pained or even glittered. It was modernly rustic. Magnu's words, not his. It was a bit ostentatious for Jace, but he wasn't going to complain. The wall of windows might get a complaint or two out of him. At least the view was beautiful. Evergreen forest blanketed the view behind the house. The front of the house had more privacy than the back for obvious reason.

The most important detail about the house: it was protected. Magical wards to keep out unwanted guests.

They weren't being hunted anymore. They were safe. And out of the Clave's hands. He and Alec were finally safe and free to start a new life.

Jace stared out at the forest growing darker in the distance until the sky started to twinkle, quietly contemplating things. It was his growling stomach that reminded him he should help Alec unpack what few belongings they'd manage to save from the Institute and their old life. He headed for the kitchen and started digging around for anything that they could make for dinner. Finding a cookbook that was written in several different languages was a start. But he hadn't found actual food beyond some jars and pasta, some spices. Nothing really fresh, like raw meat or vegetables. Not a surprise when a warlock could conjure dinner with a snap of his fingers.