The Other Alpha {Teen Wolf}

Chapter 29: Isaac

When Derek came into the room, Isaac prayed that he wouldn't wake Sage up. She rarely got any sleep, and Isaac tried to cherish the moments she slept. He was glad that she was in his arms on the full moon, because she was the only thing keeping him sane. Scott and Peter had gone home, so it was just the two of them.

Sage slept next to him, her head on his slouched shoulder, her hand latching tightly to his wrist. Every once and a while, she would squeeze him, but she didn't wake up.

Derek opened the door, probably wondering where Sage was, but when he saw her sleeping in his arms, he looked at Isaac.

"Is she okay?" He asked him, glancing at Sage. Isaac brushed a stray hair away from her beautiful face.

"She's fine. It's the first time she's slept in a day or two." Isaac replied, starting to feel a little awkward talking to Derek about her. Isaac knew that Derek was worried about her, she'd been slipping the past couple of days, and it had become more noticeable. "Derek?" Isaac asked. "Why did you let Sage into the pack?"

Derek sighed a small bit. "I knew she was strong. I was familiar with her mother's pack. She has pure blood. My mother used to have a connection to her pack. Both of her parents must be very strong werewolves."

Isaac thought about that for a second, but that wasn't right. "Sage's dad was human."
Derek's eyebrow furrowed.

"What are you talking about?" He asked him. "Someone of Sage's power could not have been half human."

Sage let out a whine, clutching Isaac's wrist. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she started to breathe heavily, her chest rising and falling at a rapid rate. Her grip tightened to the point where Isaac's circulation was starting to cut off.

"Sage wake up." Isaac tried to say firmly, but Sage's short heavy breaths freak him out. He shook her shoulder, but her whines developed into tears. His hand was starting to turn purple now.
Derek grabbed Sage's wrist so her was facing him. Her eyes were sealed shut with tears and her mouth trembled. Derek gave a heavy sigh, maybe even winced a little bit, and rammed his fist into her jawline.

Sage fell into the the floor, and her hand tightened into fists, as her natural reaction. Isaac finally calmed down enough to listen to her heartbeat, but he was upset to find that her heart was racing like a rabbit's.

Her eyes snapped open, as if she was taking in the whole world now, and Isaac got into the the floor with her. She pushed her conscious body up, and Isaac got a full look at her wounds. She really had been skewered by Jackson (who was completely silent in his world of panic). The lines were fading fast, but Isaac could still see the pink lines where the class had gone in.

Sage looked at him, tears wet on her face, and he knew she just wanted to burst.
"Was it bad?" Isaac asked in a low voice. Sage nodded uncertainly.

"I had no idea what was going on." She whispered. "It was almost a memory." Isaac noticed that Sages hands were shaking slightly. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close to him on the floor, though he started to worry when he could feel her trembling.

There was nothing he could do about it, and that scared him. Sage spent her life being the alpha and at the top, always responsible for everyone else. Isaac wanted her to relax a little bit, to let the weight slip off her shoulders.

"I think I was a little kid, maybe only eight or nine." Sage began, her voice quivering. She must be really shaken up by this, because Isaac had never seen her so frazzled. "My mom was there with me, but I can't remember where I was. It had to be a house of some sort, but I remember someone talking to me."

"Who?" Derek asked. He was now leaning against the wall, thoroughly interested in Sage's dream. Isaac tried to not think of why he was so interested.

"I have no idea. We seemed to be really close, because he was really affectionate towards me, but that really pissed my mom off. She didn't want me near him at all." Sage whispered. "I just remember him saying that 'Daddy loves you'."

"Was he your dad?" Isaac asked. Sage shook her head, uncertain.

"He didn't look like him at all, but he was important. There was something in my mom's face, like she despised him, she didn't want him anywhere near me."

"Was he one of us?" Derek asked.

"Maybe." Sage said. She pushed hair back behind her, her eyes dark and quiet, as if she was searching her own brain for answers. "I was only eight. It's a fuzzy memory, let alone it being a dream."

"Maybe he knew your dad, maybe he just wanted you to know that your Dad didn't hate you." Isaac suggested, he knew how horrible her dad used to be, but Sage shook her head.

"My dad didn't start the abuse until I was around eleven." Her face blanched when she remembered Derek was in the room. Isaac knew that it was hard to talk to someone who didn't go through what they did. Just the thought of Isaac's father gave him the shivers.

Derek remained quiet, but he most definitely heard what Sage had said. She tried to ignore his almost-surprised expression. His eyes widened a small bit, but he didn't say anything. 

"He used to be nice to me and my sisters. Unlike this guy." She said. "He seemed to really love me." Sage's words were dripping with remorse. She must feel that this guy loved her more than her own father did. 

Isaac rubbed her shoulder, sending some warmth into her, and kissed her forehead, wrapping his arms around her protectively. Sage just needed someone to hold her. She leaned into him, resting her head into his chest, sighing. 

"What time is it?" She asked him. Isaac checked his watch.

"Almost six." Sage groaned, and it put a smile on his face. She smiled at him, her face casting a beautiful glow. She was so beautiful in his eyes. Isaac hugged her tightly. 

"No matter what happens, remember I'm here for you." He said. Sage turned his chin to her face, and kissed him, her lips velvet against his skin. 

"I love you." Sage whispered, looking directly into his eyes. He stood up, and took her hand, paying attention to the bags under her eyes. She'd only gotten a couple hours of uneasy sleep.

"You need to go get some sleep." He said. "I'll take you home." Sage sighed, but didn't refuse. Sage slipped on her shoes and picked up her bag, changing some bandages that haven't fully healed yet. 

They held each other's hand as they walked along the street. For once, Isaac felt that they were average boyfriend and girlfriend, not supernatural creatures. Would he want to be normal? That made Isaac think for a second.

"What's that face?" Sage asked, her own beautiful face twisted with concern. Isaac brushed hair behind her ear. 

"I am just so glad that I have you with me." He said. Sage smiled at him, and it was all he needed to fill his chest with warmth. It was beautiful. He didn't have the raging hormones that would normally kick in, or the paranoia that he was going to say the wrong thing, he just didn't want to let go of Sage's hand. He didn't want her to go away and leave him stranded. 

The sound of sirens brought him back to the real world, but a car pulled up beside them. Someone rolled down the window, and Sheriff Stilinski sat in the driver's seat. 

"Are you Sage Cynthia?" He asked. Sage's face was a ghostly pale, and her squeezed Isaac's hand. 

"Yes." She choked, her voice catching on her panic. 

"We need you to come to the station and answer some questions." 

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Alright! So! Tell me what you think everyone! I am so excited for what I have planned, and I can see some people are already coming up with theories for the 'Mystery Man'. Who do YOU think it is? Tell me below in the comments! I get so excited when I read those! If you guess correctly, then you deserve a dedication for when the answer is revealed. It'll be the first dedication of the book! So tell me what you all think, and have a great rest of the week!