The Other Alpha {Teen Wolf}

Chapter 33:

Deucalion went quiet for a second, listening too.

"Do we have company?" He asked, almost amused by this. Deucalion looked at Sage curiously. "Do you know this boy?" He asked. Sage shook her head, struggling to keep calm. Isaac was walking into a death trap without knowing it. 

"W-whoever he is, maybe he'll wander away." Sage said, though it was a horrible lie. Deucalion fingered the tip of his walking stick as if it was a knife blade.

"I know you're lying Sage. Do you mind telling me the truth?" He asked calmly and authoritatively. Sage found herself wanting to tell him, but she bit her tongue. He was using something on her, some fatherly voice that she instinctively needed to obey.

"He is vaguely familiar. I have seen him before, in the school halls." Sage said, knowing that wouldn't give much away. Deucalion looked at her, and she was reminded that he was blind. He never acted like it, maybe it was the tuned senses that kept him sharp. 

"Why don't we go take a walk?" Deucalion suddenly asked. Sage's eyes narrowed. 

"Walk?" She asked. 

"Yes, I do believe your ears are working. You've been cooped up too long, and I can tell you want to want to stretch your legs." Deucalion replied, standing up. Sage was now very suspicious. He's the one who brought her here, why was he letting her out? 

He tapped the metal door and it swung open, sunlight streaming into the room, blinding her for a second. Sage followed Deucalion as he strolled throughout the building. She looked around for the best chance to sprint out of the building, but Deucalion seemed to be walking straight toward the front doors. 

To her surprise (and mostly shock) Deucalion opened the doors. Sage stared longingly at the cracked abandoned road to her freedom. She couldn't stop the grin spreading across her face when she felt the warm sun on her skin. Deucalion smiled too, and he seemed to be looking at the road as well. 

"I do hope that you have a home to call your own." He said. He handed her a small bag.Sage didn't take it. "Do you not trust me?" Deucalion asked.

"Do you really want me to go into that?" She asked. He laughed - a real laugh. It sent a weird feeling through her, making her feel a little warm on the inside. 

"You are very much my daughter." He said. Sage stiffened a bit, which Deucalion noticed, but didn't say anything about it. He urged her to take the bag. Sage finally took the leather straps and opened it Inside lay a thick sweater, and granola bars. This wasn't right. It had to be some trap of some sort. Deucalion was twisted and dark, he couldn't be this kind.

"Are you letting me go?" Sage questioned. Her eyes narrowed at him.

"I will check up on you no doubt, but I believe we both don't like to be held up." He said. Sage handed back the bag, and he took it without any more question. "Remember who you are Sage. You have the ability to be powerful, and I won't forget that. You will have your place in this pack." Deucalion's face was serene and collected, but a small smile was on his face.

 Sage's legs were aching to run, and she finally did. She took off from Deucalion and sprinted down the road, she ran as fast as she could, finally letting her instinct take over. She became lost in howling wind and her light footsteps on the cement. 

She was finally free, but it felt like a much heavier weight was placed on her shoulders. Someone from her family was alive. Her father - of all people - was alive, and might care about her. There was so much she didn't know though, so many secrets. 

Before Sage knew it, she was knocking on Derek's door. She knew she had to come to him right after she'd come back.

Unfortunately, the last person she wanted to see answered the door. Peter Hale. He looked at her strangely, as if she had twelve heads.

"You're back." He said. Sage nodded. 

"Where's Derek?" She asked, but it came out a little desperate.

"Why are you so urgent?" Peter asked her. Sage didn't have the patience for this. 

"Because I need to! For heavens sake Peter! Open the goddamned door!" Sage cried. Derek stepped out from behind the door, and his eyes widened when he saw Sage. One glared to Peter, and he backed off. Sage made sure to cover her brand on her arm with her jacket. If she knew Derek, he would go ballistic if he figured out the real reason she'd come to him. 

"Did Isaac get you out?" Derek asked. A dark, dreary feeling settled in Sage's stomach. No wonder Deucalion wanted to get her out of the building. He didn't want her to feel cooped up, he wanted to trade her for Isaac. 

She'd just traded herself for Isaac without even knowing it. Sage looked at Derek panic rising in her chest. They may have not tortured her, but they will beat Isaac to a bloody pulp. 

"Derek they are going to kill him!" She cried. Derek raised an eyebrow, but he made no hesitation to pick of his phone. 

"How are you sure?" Peter asked behind her. 

"I was in there when Isaac called for me. When I got out, he was nowhere. They must have gotten him!" She said. "Derek he won't be able to take it. We have to get him out now!" All of Sage's plans went out the window. Her original plan was to calmly  talk her adventure over, but Isaac was in a mess. 

And it was all her fault. 

Guilt settled in her chest, only making her feel worse about everything. It was all her fault. Dammit! Why did she let herself do that? She had to get him out now. 

"I'm going to call Scott, but you should get home." Derek said. When he saw Sage's panic stricken face, his expression softened a bit. "Go home, get some sleep." He said. Sage couldn't believe her ears. 

"Derek! I can't go home! Isaac is out there!" Sage said, but Derek was already steering her towards the door. Sage felt more guilt in her stomach. When Derek figured out what happened with the Alpha pack she'd lose all of his trust.  

"Scott and I will take care of it." Derek said dismissively. "You look like you haven't slept in days." Sage was pushed into the hallway, but she couldn't blame Derek. She was exhausted, but she wasn't going to sleep anyway. The new memories were swimming around her mind, along with Isaac in danger. 

Sage wandered back to her hotel room, and when she looked in the mirror, it wasn't her. She looked a lot older, her hair was messed up, and even her big blue eyes looked duller. Even though there were bigger problems, she cleaned up a bit, and sat on her bed, thinking. 

The idea of Isaac being in trouble made her sick to her stomach. Sage felt as if she'd betrayed everyone. She'd traded herself for Isaac. It was her job to protect him! How could she protect him when she was the one who led him to trouble. Her mind wandered to why they would want to hurt him. She unconsciously ran her fingers along the exposed brand on her arm. 

There was a bigger picture, but Sage was getting it. Why would she be let go so fast? Why did Deucalion change the subject so fast when he came? And most importantly, how was Sage going to get Isaac back while avoiding the pack?

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