Sage ▸ Stiles Stilinski [Book One]

27.

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TWENTY SEVEN. 

        It took a total of ten seconds for Derek to run off, leaving Boyd to grab a hold of his other two pack members. It took a total of eleven seconds for Scott to go rushing forward, and eleven point three seconds for Sage and Stiles to grab a hold of Scott's shirt to keep him from running after Derek. It took three minutes for Stiles, Scott, Sage, Allison, and Lydia to stop their bickering about what just happened inside the McCall house, and four minutes for the five to split apart, two of the three girls taking a separate car. In the meantime of all the second and minutes being timed, Sage was nearly on the verge of having a panic attack. Not only was Jackson the Kanima, and not only had she had the assumption about it, but Derek was going to kill him. 

        Sage was practically shoved into the backseat of Stiles' jeep by Scott, who was eager to follow after the retreating Alpha. It seemed like as soon as she was strapped down by a seatbelt, Stiles took off. She had to grip onto the back of the front seats in order to keep from flying out the windshield. Scott's head was stuck out the window to try and get Derek's scent, instructing Stiles to take left's and right's every couple of seconds. They were really just winging it, trying their hardest to get to Jackson before Derek did. Although a part of Sage assumed the Kanima could handle everyone on it's own. 

        "Take the next right up here!" Scott ordered, making Stiles jerk his wheel in the direction, nearly throwing Sage into the window as he did so. Stiles needed new seatbelts. He really did. Or a whole new car. Right when they were turning into an alley, Scott started to shout urgently, "Stop, stop, stop!" 

        Sage moaned when her seatbelt dug into her stomach, trying not to scream at the omega in front of her. There were tire spikes directly in front of the car as well as a gate, that being the whole reason the car was put to a halt. Right when Stiles began to ask what to do, Scott had flung open the door, leaving the other two to stare as he flipped himself over the gate, never once looking back. The blonde in the backseat scoffed before unclicking her seatbelt, rolling rather ungracefully into the passenger's seat. 

        "What are we going to do?" Sage questioned, raising her eyebrows over at Stiles. His fingers gripped tightly onto the steering wheel, teeth pulling at his bottom lip. He finally turned to face her after staring at Scott's already dispersed silhouette. 

        He shrugged, putting the car into reverse, "We wait. I can circle around to see if we can get in another wa— Sage? Are you okay?" He took off his seatbelt, moving to place his hands on Sage's shoulders to get him to turn and look at her. Her eyes were on her chest, like something was happening to her. "Sage, hey, will you look at me?" 

        "Yeah, I, uh," She swallowed hard, looking up to meet Stiles' eyes, "I'm fine. I just started to feel weird." 

        Stiles furred his eyebrows, "Sage, weird in this town isn't not an adjective that really defines weird. Weird in this town is a freaking Kanima roaming around the streets that is actually a kid we hated in school  while our werewolf best friend is chasing after him. So, when you say that you started to feel weird, I'm entitled to worry. Not only as your boyfriend but, once again, the best friend of a werewolf." 

        "Stiles," Sage stated, moving her hand from her stomach, "I'm okay. It was just a different feeling. It was like someone was getting hurt but they weren't— oh. Oh." Her eyes widened and she looked back towards the alley. "I'm pretty sure that Jackson is being shot at." 

        "What? Is it the Argent's? Why aren't you screaming in pain? You got shot before and you were screaming." 

        Sage glared at him, motioning for him to start moving the car, "I guess Altor's can't connect with abominations. Or it's because he doesn't even know that he's the Kanima and that means neither does my body."