As a request from I Suffer From Hubris, I will be making descriptions for all characters. I also wanna thank I Suffer From Hubris for giving me my first review and I hope for more. So here's the description on Sage:

Name: White Sage Harper (Sage)

Hair: Brown with dyed blue streaks

Eyes: hazel

Height:5' 7

Age:15

Species: Werewolf (made)

Personality: tom-boy, stubborn, hot headed, friendly (only when in a good mood), cares about loved ones, brave, emotionally strong (also physically)

Family: Mom: Diane Marie Greenfield Harper, Dad: Richard Jonathan Harper, Brother: Steven Richard Harper

Friends: Darcey Ann Ming (mundane), Mark Adam Brooklyn (vampire), Haley Gloria Treewood (Shadowhunter), Dylan Treewood (Shadowhunter)

Love Interests: Dylan Marcus Treewood, Mark Brooklyn, Jason Franks (not lasting long. I promise)

ENJOY THIS CHAPTER

"How can I be a werewolf,"said Sage in disbelief.

"Easy. A werewolf bit you. Lycanthropy is like a disease, certain contact spreads it around,"said Dylan. He gave Sage a weird look."I thought all mundanes knew about werewolves and vampires, what with all the books and movies about them."

"We do know about them. We just choose to make them fiction."

"Well, they're not fiction or fantasy or things of the imagination,"said Dylan, with a serious look.

"Unless I'm dreaming,"said Sage.

Dylan smirked,"Then you'd be dreaming of me, wouldn't you?"

"If this was a dream, then it would be a nightmare."

Dylan gazed at her like she was some sort of fasinating piece of art, but he figure out what it was supposed to be,"Well, "he said, not taking his eyes off her."It would be a wonderful dream for me."

Sage gave him a quizzical look,"And why would that be?"

Dylan smirked,"Because there's a beuatiful girl lying in a bed with my shirt on and we're alone throughout the whole Institute."

Sage looked at him in wonder for a moment. No bot had ever called her pretty, let alone beautiful. Sage had always thought of herself just normal, but when Dylan, a dark and handsome boy, said she was beautiful, she felt like a great rose in a bush of thorns and weeds.

Sage shook her head to get the thought out of her head. She wasn't going to fall so easily witha guy she just met, besides their was Jason Franks from school,"Why are we alone?"

Dylan said,"The others went on a mission to kill some demons. They left me behind in case you woke up, even though I am the best at fighting."

"Wow, cocky much."

Dylan smirked, for what felt to Sage, for the millionth time,"You seem to pay attention to me way to much, don't you?"

"Well, your head is too big to ignore, isn'y it?,"said Sage in response.

Dylan snorted,"It's always big heads, isn't it?"

"Well, I could always talk about your ego, couldn't I?"

Dylan raised an eyebrow and looked at Sage's chest,"I could always attack your big chest, couldn't I?"

Sage blushed with anger and embaressment,"How dare you."

Dylan ripped his eyes away from her chest and snorted,"Most girls would be honored that I looked at their chest."

"Well, I'm not most girls, am I?,"said Sage.

Dylan looked at her straight in the eyesand said,"No. No, you're not."

Sage felt a shiver go through her. She tried changing the subject,"Um, well. Where am I gonna go when I leave."

The wonder and light in Dylan's eyes faded,"Back to your family, I suppose."

Sage nodded,"Well, I suppose I should leave. My family's probably worried sick."

Dylan nodded and stood up. He held out his hand to help Sage up.

Sage took his hand and as soon as she touch his finger tips, a shock went through her. She jumped.

Dylan looked at her quizically and raised an eyebrow," Are you okay?"

Sage nodded. They left the infirmiry and walked down the hall. They passed at least 100 paintings that dipicted an angel rising from a lake holding a sword, thats handle was in the shape of wings, in his right hand and a cup, made of gold, that had gems all around the rim in his left hand.

Sage looked at Dylan, who was walking beside her, and asked,"Who is that?"

Dylan looked down at her,"Who's who?"

"Who's the angel in the paintings?"

Dylan smiled a smile that was genuine,"That's Raziel. Raziel is, like, God's right hand angel. He was the one who created Shadowhunters. He was summoned by Jonathan Shadowhunter, who had a dream to rid the world of demons. Raziel agreed to mix his blood with Jonathan Shadowhunters. Jonathan became the first Shadowhunter. We called ourselves Shadowhunters in honor of him and we keep paintings of Raziel in his honor. The objects he carries- the cup and sword- are the Mortal Instruments. There is a mirror as well, but no one knows where it is. The cup is able to make mundanes into Shadowhunters and the sword forces Shadowhunters to tell the truth."

"Wow,"said Sage."That's a lot to take in."

Dylan let out a laugh,":Well, we Shadowhunters have our whole lives to learn it."

Sage smiled,"Then it won't be too hard to learn it."

Dylan stopped in front of a door,"Well, it's time for you to go."

Sage looked up at Dylan,"I want to thank you for helping me. It means a lot."

Dylan smiled down her,"My pleasure."

Sage was about to walk away when something came to mind and she turned back to Dylan,"How will I be able to find the Chicago pack."

"It's quite easy, just wait til the next full moon, when you change and then howl. They'll find you. Also, you might not want to tell your family. They might get scared."

Sage nodded and said,"Thank you, again."

"No problem. Oh, and here,"said Dylan, handing Sage a piece of paper."In case you need to know more about the world your in now

Sage unfolded and found a phone number- 547-6062.

"I'll be sure to call you when I get questions. And, again, thank you,"said Sage.

"Good bye, Sage."

"Good bye, Dylan,"said Sage and walked out into the cold, winter air of Chicago.

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