Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter One

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FOURTEEN HOURS LATER

Sage hadn't found herself this wound up or sore in a very long time, post-pregnancy, sure—Perhaps when she trained the Rogues she would need a long soak in a salt bath, and the idea of the warm water felt utterly beautiful at a time like now.

But her limbs felt heavy, too heavy.

Remmy?

She called out, hoping to tell him to just ready the tub and carry her in. The She-wolf wouldn't admit to this to herself or out loud, but she certainly liked it when her mate would pick her up so easily. It made her wolf feel well cared for and made him look strong and readily available to protect and nurture her needs.

With no reply, she demanded an eye to open. If not a bath then she could certainly enjoy a cuddle session with a pup nearby, couldn't she?

Rue Rue.

After a second or two, there had been no yipping or babbles coming from any side of her—Which truly gave her the determination to fight off the soreness, and roused her eyes awake. And goddess forbid that she caught sight of the one thing that aroused pure adrenalin in her body.

If it wasn't for the lack of smell and muffled sounds, she surely would've recognized where she was.

The Underground.

Had all that been a dream? Was her life in Crescent Moon just a figment of her imagination? Because one thing was for certain--Sage was certain she is back in the Underground.

Attempting the mantras that were prescribed by both her Delta and magical mentors, she calmed and relaxed her body. Or would've, had a needle not been injected into her arm.

Peeking through she caught that it wasn't just a draw, it was a straight tube.

Were they bleeding her out?
Was the Bad Vampire Man here?
Are the pups okay?
Where is everyone?

The questions came like rocket fire in her head, and the only verbal response she could muster was a few jumbled words.

"Patient is waking up, ready the sedative and 005C." A voice sounded out, a feminine one to be exact. Sage opened her eyes, her head bobbing to the other side in an attempt to see the room in a much clearer light. However, the male with the clipboard that once intimated her did nothing more than making her smirk.

"Subject has patterned markings on her shoulder down. Did we scan it?"
"Yes sir."
"And? Did the files come up with anything?" It had been a negative, the history of Crescent Moon and all packs alike it were hidden away, but at least there had been physical evidence to prove that her life hadn't been just a dream. And the Underground could pretend as much as it wanted that they were managing a better settlement, but it did nothing to combat the supernatural world.
It was too much for them to explore and understand.

So when Sage's eyes flickered around the room, she tried to relax once more. She didn't need Darius yet, though he would've been helpful right about now. Yet on the other end of the spectrum, she could figure out her own strategy.

The last thing her mind was aware of prior to being in this chair was being at the dinner's bathroom, surely they assumed her to be a wolf—If she played it smart then sure enough, they'll believe her to be just a wolf. Not a rare hybrid.

Though it was only a matter of time.

"Subject's eyes have changed, grey pupils to solid black." The voice continued, though Sage didn't give them the pleasure of her attention. Instead, she tried to draw up what she could from her time before meeting the Elwood brothers, the times, the fighting, and the experiments.