Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Seven

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The exhilaration was largely met with frantic bare feet rushing to keep up with Hera—Or who they thought was named Hera, and instead, they were met with a blaring alarm to fuel their beating hearts.

The alert signaled dozens of armed guards, yet Sage didn't dare let them stop their chance at escaping. There was hardly any place in this building or vicinity that didn't have water, and the large metal pipe over their heads seemingly called to her.

It was easy to bend the will of the water to soak and drain out, but the blessing in disguise was the never-ending amount. It coated the floors and allowed the males to be caught in between the frozen chunks, as she pulled out a small trick she learned from the mermaids.

Almost like blowing a kiss, she sent a chilling breeze to enact the water, hoping that the guards would feel the agonizing burn that her females had felt for the past few hours.

"Which way exit?" She called out, turning to look at the woman behind her—Course they had their own theories on where things were placed in the building, it was Elena who came closer to the groaning humans. Ultimately snapping their neck without a single hesitation and searching the male's limp body for any clue as to how to get out.

A witch that Sage hadn't spoken to before had also gone up there, feeling a rise of power now that the human had been pinned. "Which way to the exit?" She hissed, though it was all for not. Or was until Elena's eyes turned up in attention, slightly motioning the fact of what happened to his partner might ultimately end up happening to him.

"U-up, yo—you have t-to go—Up." Elena looked towards Hera once more and with a confirming nod, the she-wolf twisted her hands and sentenced the male to the same fate.

"Up, alright...Stairs? An elevator? Do they have any keys on them?" A witch called out, and Hera had undone the frozen traps that bound the deceased humans. Letting their bodies fall fluently to the floor as the water dispersed around them.

"Keycards," Sage explained, her eyes locked on the small boxes beside each metal door of the facility. Yet when she looked off towards Willow and the pups, she needed to be quick.

Armond was still at large and there was no telling what the vampire would do with everyone in the escaping party. Especially to Willow.

Throughout all the metal corridors, revealed endlessly mazes which was making it very difficult to manage, with different numbers leading to another set of horrors that nobody wanted to encounter awake. What happened on Tuesday was left for only Darius and the doctors to see, as Sage couldn't handle what poked or probed her during the times she was left unconscious.

The alarm had called out, and Sage could've sworn that a few witches cursed under their breath. But it was Poppy's shriek that alerted them to the oncoming of more troops.

While Sage didn't know all the wolves by name, it was very easy to sync with them. There was nothing holding these she-wolves back, especially when the shock of Sage's abilities mandated over their reaction. Humans were ingrained with a fight or flight concept, and thus...It was proven once again, especially when it came to things such as magic.

These guards weren't the same as those in the gym, these were skinnier—Which reminded Sage that one male had a target on his head.
"I need to find scientist." She called out, and all the females around her had grinned. Knowing that her tone suggested vengeance, and thus they continued onward. Sage had managed to leave her birth place without striking the heads of the lab coats that tortured her for two decades. 

She and the rest deserved this.

And she certainly would call Darius, as she needed to make sure this place would burn to the ground.