Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

Prologue: Sage ✓

DISCLAIMER: I do not own MTV's show or the original movie, Teen Wolf. Any and all plot relations not directly suited to Sage Connelly's character are rightfully owned by Jeff Davis and MTV. All scenes and/or storylines that involve Sage's life are reserved to my jurisdiction, and legal offenses can be taken if my character is seen anywhere that is not this book, the sequel 'Still', or the edited version of Sage (2019).

Author's Note (2019): Please be mindful that this story was started in 2012 when I was thirteen years old. I had a lot of grammatical issues (i.e. loose and lose, furrowed and furred) so just be kind about things. If you see a mistake, please comment and let me know so that I can change it in my edited version of this book (2019) also available on my profile. Without further introduction, thank you so much for reading. Check marks on the story chapters means that it has been edited. Enjoy!

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SAGE, BOOK ONE

                       Fire was everywhere. In the trees, in the collapsing windows, underneath the shudders, in her throat. The smoke and ash was just starting to reach her, two hundred feet away from the burning house and still close enough to feel the heat. Any thought or rationale was long gone, and the ten-year-old blonde girl stood frozen in place as she watched the Hale family home burn down. Her family inside. Friends inside. Everyone inside. The backpack on her shoulder hung limply, teetering on the edge of falling off as she blinked in confusion.

The laughter coming from behind her was the only thing that sucked her back into that moment, blinking through stinging eyes. She glanced over her shoulder quickly, panic spreading through her bones when she noticed her family friends walking up the small path to the house. Derek and Laura had not yet seen their house or the smoke, hidden behind the large mass of trees. Too distracted, too happy, too unaware. The backpack on her shoulder finally hit the ground, and she was running in the opposite direction of the burning home.

"We have to go," she cried, grabbing a hold of Derek's wrist in a failed attempt to pull him away.

By then, she knew that there was no use. Her friends both craned their necks at the same time, eyes widening with the familiar horror that she felt, and they were off, taking her with them. Derek skidded to a stop, right next to her forgotten backpack, and the bloodcurdling sob that escaped his mouth sent a shiver down her spine. Just like her, he recognized what was happening. The red flames danced around the Hale house, mocking the safe haven for supernatural creatures and taking two families along with it.

The hold that she had on Derek's wrist was tugged harshly, and she realized with wide eyes what the sixteen-year-old boy was trying to do. He wanted to run in, to save everyone. To die with them. Laura understood, too. Just when he jerked free of her small hand, Laura snarled loudly and reached to grab a hold of her younger brother around the waist. She watched, unable to do anything, as Derek cried out against his sister's restraints and clawed at her hands. But she refused to lose him just like the others, and Laura ground her heels into the dirt to keep him from fighting.