"I'm not a lone wolf," Luke answers, looking at Alec as if it should be obvious. "For most of my life I've had Clary and Jocelyn and Simon. Now in Darrow I have Spencer and Magnus and you. Hild and Caroline and Derek. Everyone who's here tonight."

They don't have to be werewolves for Luke to consider them his pack, for him to know he'd live and die for them. Alec's question might be a valid one for another werewolf, but Luke's life has been strange. He hadn't been born this way, he'd been born someone entirely different, someone with a life very much like Alec's.

"Being in a pack, being part of a collective of wolves, it's very different," he says. "There are different rules and while I've long since grown comfortable with who I am, I'm not prepared to live by those rules anymore."