Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

six ; flares

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CHAPTER SIX;

FLARES

"What do you mean someone's dead?"

Sage sat up, shifting around as she pulled her tank top to see the damage created. Claw marks, trailing up from her belly button to the beginning of her ribs. She sighed, pulling the clothing back down and turned to Stiles. He was anxious, thinking about who could have died. A number of people, actually, from Scott to Boyd. He didn't want to think about Scott being dead. He just couldn't.

"I mean," Sage began, taking another deep breath as she felt another hot flash of pain. "Somebody is dead. Erica. I just know. It's like nothing is there when I think about her."

"Your mother could do the same thing," Peter explained, nodding his head as his arms crossed on his chest. Sage glanced up at him, narrowing her eyes at the sound of her mother, but didn't have the strength to yell at the Alpha. She just wanted to go upstairs and go to sleep. She didn't need Peter explaining to her everything that made her and her mother similar. "You had a connection with Erica."

Sage wasn't able to ask any questions, or even tell him that she didn't have a connection with Erica, because Stiles' phone rang, interrupting the silence in the room. The teenager immediately grabbed his phone and pressed answer, waiting for Scott's voice to fill the room. "Scott? Scott, what happened?"

"Boyd and Cora escaped. Derek and I are about to split up and find them after Derek goes to bury Erica," Scott explained over the phone. Sage's eyebrows furred at the familiar name that Scott used, meeting eyes with Peter as they both stared at each other in confusion.

Grabbing the phone, Sage asked, "Cora? As in Cora Hale?"

"Derek's little sister? Yeah, she's alive. I've got to go, they're loose and I'm not sure what's going to happen," Scott said his goodbyes, leaving Sage and Peter speechless as Stiles grew further confused on how Derek's sister was alive. He thought everyone in the fire had died. Peter was supposed to have been the only survivor, and even he managed to just barely live.

"She died," Sage muttered, moving to stand up as she completely indifferencing Scott's wounds on her body. "She can't be—" Sage's face fell flat and she walked over to the big table, ignoring Stiles' questions as to what she thought she was doing.

"Where are you going?" Stiles asked, watching as his girlfriend pulled on her jacket.

"I have to go find her, Stiles," Sage answered, looking at him like he was insane for asking the question. "If Cora's alive, that means she's out trying to kill people and I'm not going to let her live with that guilt."

Stiles gaped at her like she had just lost her mind. In fact, he had to voice his thoughts. "Are you crazy? You're going to get yourself murdered by one of them!"

"I can take care of myself."

Peter snorted from the corner of the room, interrupting the couple's banter. "Right. I'm sorry to inform you, Princess, but you're not a werewolf. They'll obliterate you the second that they see you. She won't even know who you are."

Sage, completely over all of Peter's bullshit, whipped her head around at him. "At least I'll die trying to save someone else's life instead of just saving myself. I'm not you, Peter. I don't just leave my family behind when I get scared. I would rather die with them than be alone and an unloved, forever spending life in the lowest degree of sanity."