Still ▸ Teen Wolf [Book Two]

twenty one ; a monster's plea

waRNIninNG; if youre not comfortable with sexy scenes then i suggest you turn your ass around after you see the line breaker and a bold dash thingy. it's really not that bad, it doesn't say anything like he shoved the dick in her but you know. precautions and shit.

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TWENTY ONE;

A MONSTER'S PLEA

"I spy something blue."

"Sage, I swear to god, if it's your damn pants—"

"What?" Sage gawked. "I said my jeans already?"

Derek Hale and Sage Connelly sat on opposite ends of the distillery room, a good distance away from each other but still able to hear one another due to the silence the forest brought. She wasn't too sure how long they had been sitting there, maybe hours just watching each other and playing ISpy.

Clearly, it was long enough for the repetition to set it.

"Five times now," Derek muttered, rubbing at his face. "I wouldn't have brought you if I knew you were going to be so annoying."

Sage crossed her arms over her chest, pulling her knees closer to her body. "I would have found you either way. The others are probably looking for us right now, or at least trying to figure out where in the hell we went."

"Are you going to tell them?"

Sage's eyes softened upon Derek's question. "You don't need to be alone right now but you definitely don't need to go back there. Besides, I need a little exclusion from society, even if it is in an abandoned distillery."

Derek nodded, and she watched him go back to brooding at the floor. She couldn't help but feel completely useless just sitting there, not knowing what to say. When in situations like this, where Derek was in pain, she normally had at least a few words of comfort. She wasn't sure what she could say to make the agony any less painful.

After Boyd's death two days ago, it seemed like Sage and Derek were bombarded with questions from Cora and Stiles. Neither one found it in their heart to reply, just sitting in the water and allowing themselves to drown in the emotions they both tried so desperately to mask ever since they came back.

Then, they left.

She assumed that Derek would try to make a getaway and had been there by his side before he left her alone to fend off the others. So, for two days, Sage and Derek had been sitting in this damn distillery, only moving when they made another visit back at the Hale house.

Sage knew how Derek felt. She knew the gut wretching feeling building up in his chest. She knew that the alpha felt everything as his beta fell to the ground right in front of him. Sage knew only because she had the same emotions flaring through her body like a wildfire the day that Jackson died.

She was aware that the pain was in no way similar on supernatural levels. Being an Altor meant that she was emotionally and physically tethered to a single pack, while being an alpha meant having that responsibility to watch over your flanks and protect them when they didn't know how to protect themselves. The two were absolutely different, but so completely connected that Sage couldn't help but know what Derek was experiencing.

Sage also knew, however, that this wasn't just about Boyd.

"You don't talk about her much," Sage mused, tugging her jacket tighter around her body when she felt a cold chill come along.