This is my third story. PLLLLEEEAAASSSEEE REVEIW! All characters: Dylan Treewood, Haley Treewood, Mark Brooklyn, Steven Harper, Sage Harper, Darcey Ming are mine. Book that based story is Cassie Clare's.

Sage Harper walked down an abandoned street in Chicago. It was a cold, foggy night.

Any normal girl would've been scared to death to be out alone on a night like this, but Sage wasn't normal. She was fearless. At least that's what she thought until that night.

Sage was half way down the street, when she saw a pair of yellow eyes gleaming in the fog.

Sage squinted as the eyes got closer. She heard a low, inhuman growl and then a giant wolf, bigger than her mom's van, came from the fog. She started running away from the beast, but it started to chase her.

She ran with all her speed, for her dear life. She finally stopped after she had run four blocks and thought she had lost the thing, but just as she stopped it came from around the corner.

Sage stood there in shock, the wolf stood a good twenty feet infront her. For the first time, she saw what the creature looked like in detail. It had thick, grey fur and its yellow eyes seamed to hold a sort of human knowledge in them.

The wolf moved first. It ran at Sage with so much speed and force, that when it hit her, it knocked her down, her head hitting cement. Its four giant paws held down her arms and legs down. It put its stout next to her ear and growled,"You pretty thing with rare blood. You're gonna die tonight."

Sage stopped her struggling in shock. Surely, she must have imagined that.

The wolf opened its mouth, letting out a growl. Saliva spilled from its mouth onto Sage's shoulder.

It then dug its jaws into her neck.

Sage's air tube was cut off. She choked and shruggled and squirmed and tried yelling, but nothing worked. She was held too tight. She closed her eyes, giving up her shruggles and then started saying mental farewells,Good bye Mom. Good bye Dad. Bye Steven. Bye Darcey. Darcey, I'll miss you so much, my best friend. Good bye Aunt-

Then, she heard it. A sound of metal hitting animal fur. She felt the wolf's weight lift off her chest; its fangs leave her neck; air rushing into her lungs. She felt the paws get off her and she could move her limbs freely.

Sage opened her eyes and saw a beautiful boy, dressed in a black v-neck t-shirt, black pants, and black combat boots, with black hair, black eyes, and strange tatoos all over his body, fighting the wolf with a sword that looked like it was made of silver. He couldn't have been much older than Sage. Maybe seventeen.

"Come on, Stanton,"yelled the boy. The wolf let out a big growl and charged.

The boy easily dodged the attack while still cutting the wolf on the side. A long, deep gash ran the left side of the wolf. The gash started bleeding; the wolf whimpered in pain.

The boy was about to strike again, when Sage called out in a loud gasp,"No, don't hurt it!"

The boy and the wolf both looked at her.

"Let it go. Don't hurt it,"Sage gasped again, the pain of the bite getting worse.

The boy looked at her,"How can you see me?"

The boy had a voice that, although very deep and masculine, Sage found vey interesting.

"What?,"asked Sage.

The boy ignored her and turned back to the wolf, but it no longer stood infront of the boy; it was gone.

The boy started cursing under his breath. Then he turned to Sage,"Are you alright?"

Sage was able to shake her head and everything went black.

Sage woke up in an infirmiry with white walls, white tiles, white curtains, etc. She noticed her shirt had been changed. Someone had taken off her Superchick t-shirt and put her in a Iron Rose t-shirt that was too big. Her shirt lay in bloody heap at the foot of the bed.

The boy from the night before (Wasn't it last night?) sat on the bed beside hers, looking down at his hands.

She tried moving her head, but it was a mistake. She felt a million stings in the back of her neck and her head throbbed.

The boy looked up at her movement,"Your awake. Tyson said you should be awake today."

"Where am I? How long was I out? Who's Tyson? And who are you?,"asked Sage.

The boy sighed,"You have a lot of questions, don't you."

Sage gave him a dirty look,"Then you have a lot of explaining to do, don't you?"

The boy laughed,"My name is Dylan Marcus Treewood. Tyson Marshing's my tutor. You were out for two days. And your in the Chicago Institute."

"Is the Institute a school?,"asked Sage.

"It's a mix of a school, a free hotel, and a greenhouse. It's used to house Shadowhunters."

"What are Shadowhunters?"

"We're people who hunt demons and rogue vamires and werewolves."

"I believe you,"said Sage.

"After last night, you should, White Sage Harper,"said Dylan.

"Hey, wait. How do you know my name?,"said Sage.

Dylan grinned,"I went through your wallet. I also know you are only fifteen and you live at 406 Crystal Creek Woods. A subdivision, right? And aren't you a little young to be out by yourself at night in a city on an abandoned street?"

Sage looked at him for a moment, then she slapped him, hard. He sat in shock for a moment. It was obvious it hadn't hurt him, but he still put his hand to his cheek where there was a red hand print forming.

"What the hell was that for?"

"For going through my things. And I'm not to young,"Sage nearly yelled. Then she lowered her voice"Don't call me White Sage. Only my family has that right. For others, it's Sage."

"Well, Sage, it seems you know how to defend yourself. Now, we should probably get you out of here since your now a werewolf and Downworlders aren't allowed in the Institues-"

"Wait, what?. I'm a werewolf?,"said Sage in disbelief .

"Yup, you're a werewolf. You know like that thing that attacked you last night. We should get you out and find the Chicago pack."

Sage repeated,"A werewolf."