The Other Alpha {Teen Wolf}

Chapter 30:

"He can't come?" Sage asked, flabbergast. Isaac squeezed her hand.

"It'll be okay Sage." Sheriff Stilinski pointed out. Sage shook her head. "Sage, I just want to ask you some questions, you're not in any kind of trouble, and you'll be let out by lunch." He said cooly. Isaac turned to her, cupping her chin in his hand.

"Isaac, they could take be back to Arizona." She hissed. "I could be put in custody and never come back!" Isaac looked at her, his eyes intense.

"Then I will come get you." He said. "You spend all of your time protecting me, and I want to protect you." Sage let go of his hand and opened the back of the car, where she sat in an angry silence until she was brought into the station, where someone was sitting at the Sheriff's desk.

"What the hell Stiles?" She asked. "What is this?" Sage sat in her seat as the car started to drive.

"I'm sorry, it' just - just the evidence added up!" He cried defensively.

"For what? I didn't do anything wrong?"

"What about your family's murder?" Stiles interrupted. Sage could feel the color drain from her face, leaving it a chalky white. "That's familiar isn't it?"

Sage's lips trembled. "Yes." She muttered. "It is."

"How did you end up from Arizona to California?" Stilinski asked. Sage didn't say anything. She simply sat in one of the far seats of the office.

"You can't take me back there." Sage said. Stilinski sat on a desk, staring at her.

"Sage, we just want to know what happened." Sage shook her head. She couldn't tell them. She couldn't even get the words to form. It took her forever to finally push them off of her tongue.

"I didn't know what was happening. I just heard them break down the doors, and I heard gunfire." Sage described. Just the thought of the murder made her shake. She had submerged it for so long, but now that it was brought up, it was like she was re-living it.

"How did you escape?"

"Grabbed one of my bags and climbed out the window." Sage said. Stilinski raised his eyebrows at her.

"What made you come to Beacon Hills?"

"To stay with my mom's friend." Sage said. She knew what was coming. She was going to be sent to some sort of foster care, away from her new life here.

"Now Sage, I have to ask you, what happened to your father?" Stilinski asked. Sage paused. 

"I don't know." She lied. Stilinski held up a folder. 

"It says in the report that your father died while you were in the room." 

"I was a kid I can't remember." Sage snapped. Chills ran up and down her arms when she thought it, but something didn't feel right. She knew that her father's death was her own fault, but something felt as if it was a lie. Not his death, but who he was. There was a big piece missing in Sage's puzzle.

Her mind kept looking back to the dream that she'd had, she must have been only eight or nine. Question's racked her mind. Who was that? Was he related to her? Sage tried to remember his face, but it was blurry. He had brown hair? Maybe. He could be an uncle, but Sage knew that both her parents were only children, and that didn't explain what he had said to her. 

Before Sage had the chance to break it down, Sheriff Stilinski snapped his fingers in front of her face. She blinked, coming back to reality. Stilinski sighed, and looked down at a folder.

"Sage, I am looking at your parent's will now, and I see something very interesting."

Oh?