Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Sixteen

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The next morning, Andy slipped out in the undercover of the rising sun. Though it was difficult, for once he wanted to stay in bed and relax—For once he had a reason to.

But with that, he also had more of a reason to work, to make the pack a better environment for the newcomers, but also to uphold his promise. Though in the back of his mind, he was tinkering with an option, one of which that was surely either going to have Sage leave to Crescent Moon within the hour after hearing.

Or, on the off chance, they would strike the deal.

He felt dirty in playing with her lack of knowledge and possibility that her mate might be dead, but wolves had the potential for a non-fated mate to become theirs. It used to be considered a strategy between packs. A method to keep the Alpha gene going strong. But now everything was so heavily mixed that he was damn sure that Sage was more than rare, she smelled too much like an Alpha.

Yet now she smelled like him, and he was basking every minute of it when they sat down together at breakfast together. The smile on her face indicating that she had a much better time in managing her headache.

Have a good night, Alpha?

Severin teased, but it was Grey's laughter in the link that told Andy that this was a three-way-call. But he made great work of keeping to his meal of deer and potatoes. Though he was waiting for Sage to take his share, it seemed the she-wolf enjoyed the cook's potatoes even more than himself.

Yeah, an Alpha female—Tell me, top or bottom?

Andy growled instantly. The blatant disrespect from Grey was starting to weigh thin. As did his fist against the fork as he tried to call in his wolf, however, the soft hand soon wrapped itself into his, causing the fork to drop.

Okay?

She called out, and he soon found himself in a daze. Her eyes held mountains of concern and he could only nod, though Severin wiped his finger to the side of his lip. Indicating that the Alpha was drooling, though he wasn't—And if he was, there was a decent reason for it.

Because the question lay pure in his head for the entire day.

Was Sage a top or bottom?

It was going to take a lot more than sharing potatoes during meals to win her affection, but during the nights, she had been more approachable. That the closed doors offered privacy, and the walls between the two truly allowed them to connect.

Sage had been present to the coming of four new Rogues that heard from others of the location, earning him a question that he had to decipher because she couldn't manage to say it verbally.

However, when he caught sight of Ethel with Yaxel, he called them both over for the witch to translate the now Latin phrases Sage spoke out.

"She doesn't trust the male, says there's a...A black aura?" Ethel was now joined in on the newcomers, and she too, confirmed she felt it. However, it was the look of confusion from Yaxel and Andy to one another that truly caused more questions than which position Sage would find herself in the bedroom.

It certainly overtook his mind from being a horny male. However, he didn't have to fight the debate in his head much longer as Sage walked into his office after a quick knock. Leaving him to greet her with a smile and rising from his chair to come over towards her.

The full week of sleeping beside one another was sure enough reason to get their wolves to bond more so than skin.
It was slightly sneaky, but Andy certainly didn't know how to handle she-wolves in the traditional sense.