Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Thirty-Three

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Sage stood beside the given set of pack members that were strong enough to continue fighting, the witches stood a decent step back, and Torin was intrigued by not only their fighting style, but the unity of both species into one elected unit.

"Tell me you're thinking the same thing," Grey spoke aloud, though his words were directed to both Andy and Severin. "And what would that be?" The Alpha dug further, because at this point the conversation would be anywhere.

"That the walking dead aren't coming to hound us because the Luna said that vampire's name, could a name be cursed?" Sage hummed along, but it was Torin who confirm Grey's suspicion.

"This vampire you're referring to, Luna Sage, it must be the one who summoned them...They're coming." This called for the wolves in the skin to fasten their stance, while it was the Viking that fired the first warning shot into the air. His arrow lightened the ways and gave a much more detailed battlefield—As they were relying heavily on the moon and her natural light to spot the oncoming fleet of undead wolves.

"Don't go for the heart, it needs to be killed by an impaled brain or detached." Andy felt a sense of pride when his pack members howled their agreements to the order from the viking, he was the expert after all.

Torin had been the first to yell out the demands of war, and Andy should've expected this little female to feel the same rage. Though it was met with the same furious temper as the rest of the females had, giving the Alpha a once over to his highest tiers in question.

"Have to give it to the Viking, he has a way with the ladies," Grey said, swirling the handle of his sword around to gain a sense of weight to balance out within his next movement.

The rest of the males flanked the enraged females, and it was as if they had taken the spirit of Sif herself—They reigned havoc with the assault of seething wolves ready to pass their disease and onward.

Yet Sage managed to slash and impale every opponent in her path with Thalia and Bree just beside her, making it nearly impossible for them to be surprised from behind.

Both of the males were correct. The sword was heavy, but the adrenaline and rage coursing through Sage and the rest made their weapons light as a feather. Given that they were all to eager to get this done and over with.

The smell of both Draugr and their blood resided as fuel for their temper, and once they were all finished and dead—Sage had fallen to the floor in a sense of failure. This was not a victory, not with the way the males and those from Half Crescent were treating it as.

This just meant the fight wasn't over with Armond, and the name itself had been linked to these beasts.

Both Thalia and Bree had dropped down to catch Sage, but her troubled sobs in seeing another sign of Armond's symbol caused them all to quake in fear.

Andy felt distraught in seeing his female in such an array of agony, and instead, he lifted her up and carried her inside—Not caring about her fallen weapon nor the mess outside their shelter for the evening.

Sage clung to Andy with all she was worth, but fear laced her every breath. It was as if they hadn't run far enough, that their escape meant nothing if these Dragur beasts were out searching for them—For her.

Torin had offered up one of the dozens of rooms this inn offered, truthfully he hardly checked the majority of the place and made his home spot in the main room.

Yet he hardly managed to let go of Sage with the way she held onto him.
Or would've had, he not stripped down and engulfed her in a proper hug.

There was something always so emotionally raw about hugging a dear loved one bare and open to the world, yet the winter's air didn't agree with that. Instead, they found shelter underneath the dusty blankets for their combined body warmth to fight the cold air.