Stone Circle Trashin' the camp

Mother’s call hadn’t been for her, but Clary came anyway, drawn by a terror she had never felt before. She hadn’t heard the screams nor had she been near enough to smell the blood, but mother’s call had pitched with inexplicable desperation - an anguish she had never been accustomed to - but the noise and chaos rattled into dreadful clarity as she stumbled between the sacred stones and saw her mother, her tender brother, quiet Keoni, and, nestled right in the middle, the bloodied heap of -

“Steph!” The girl hurtled forward, thinking nothing of her safety, seeing only the jarring wounds that lined her sister’s still and sleeping body and drawing the only conclusion she knew from putting two and two together: her sister was dead. The thought was too much, and she threw herself to Ezra’s side and sought to bury her face against her steadfast brother.