Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

thirteen ; a lover's leave

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CHAPTER THIRTEEN;

A LOVER'S LEAVE

Break.

Everyone on the bus flew forward, Stiles' hand falling onto the seat in front of him so that he could grab a hold of Sage and keep himself from flinging up straight at the same time. The abrupt stop had caused Scott to let out another agonizing groan as he held onto his side. Things were getting worse, that much was obvious by the blood stain on Scott's shirt. It wasn't just Scott's wound though, it was also the bottled up tempers that the two wolves had towards Ethan. They were ticking, and just waiting to explode.

Sage had tightened her grip on Stiles' hand to try and control her pain. He glanced over at her and gave a small smile, pressing a kiss to her lips to get her to ignore it for as long as possible. There wasn't much he could do, but he could distract her. She kissed him back, and although it wasn't much, when he pulled away he noticed that there was a small smile on her face. That had been enough for him, enough to know that she could get through this over time. Losing Derek is going to be the hardest thing she's ever experienced, but she's lost her parents. She has people that care about her. She has him; she's always going to have him.

Scott's frantic movement made the couple turn to the left. Stiles was confused, his eyebrows furring as he watched Scott struggle to stand up straight. "Whoa, Scott. Where are you going?"

"Boyd," Scott huffed out, making the two turn their heads over to the werewolf. "He's going to do something."

Stiles gaped. "What? How do you know?"

"His hands, Stiles. Look at his hands," Sage rushed, sitting up herself when she noticed that his claws were extracted from fingernails, curling around the edge of the seat as if he were anticipating and waiting for the right moment to strike.

When Sage saw that Scott was going to leave, she immediately moved her way around Stiles to stop her friend. With her boyfriend's hands on her waist to hold her back, she placed her hand on the werewolf's chest. Scott glanced down at her, confused as to what she was doing. Sage only shook her head, swallowing hard. "Sit down, Scott. The last thing we both need is for you to get ripped apart by Boyd. I'll take care of it. Just... just sit down."

"What?" Scott and Stiles both exclaimed. Sage didn't answer them, just blinked a few times as she moved from Stiles' hold so that she could make her way down the aisle. The boys continued to protest but she was already out of reach, struggling to stand straight as her peripheral vision got the best of her.

She made it to Isaac and Boyd's seat, losing her balance and nearly falling completely on her feet. She wasn't sure if she could get back up if she fell; not only because of the wound but because of how tired she was. She was so emotionally and physically drained at this point that getting up and living just wasn't enough for her anymore. She was still standing though, and for right now, she needed to save another person's life before she could even consider saving her own.

Putting her hands over Boyd's large ones, she squeezed her eyes shut before glancing over at the two werewolves in the seat. Slowly, she sat down in the seat next to them so that Coach didn't look up and yell at her. Boyd wasn't pleased by her appearance, glancing over at her with his teeth pulled behind his lips. "Let. Go."

"Do you have a plan?" Sage asked, raising her eyebrows as she kept her hand on his. "If you tell me what you plan on doing against an alpha, I'll consider letting you go. What do you think you're going to do, Boyd? Kill him right here? Then what? What do you plan on doing after everyone sees you kill a teenage boy?"