Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Twenty-Two

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Sage Moon currently sat at the edge of the truck's bed yet again, tilting her head at the machine set in front of them. As she didn't understand how it worked all that well—Even if John explained it twice over. But this 'crane' managed to pull up a whole building, and all she had to do was level the ground once it rose high enough.

It worked out well, sitting beside John. He too had a lot on his mind and no words to show for it. So she smiled at him, her arm over his shoulder before squeezing it tightly. "You okay?"

"Perfect, I get to see my son and Godson again...It's a blessing, aside from the PT." Sage made a face and nodded, knowing full well that physical therapy sounds a lot more fun than it actually is—Given that she's had numerous injuries over the past few years, ranging from bear scratches to a silver bullet.

"I hope you find what we're looking for, there has to be a map somewhere..." He grumbled, but his hands started to shake. "We will find them, I know it's hard to wait. I don't like waiting." The rough sound of laughter had called out behind them, and Sage huffed at seeing her brothers all too happily coming over to her—Playfully nudging her.

John had been caught up to speed, but there were some things that he wasn't familiar with thus far. One being the relationship between Sage and his Godson, Liam. It was odd to hear that Sage was adopted into the Elwood's family and then switched over to Moon just a short few weeks after, but it worked—And neither of them had lost their friendly sibling banter or relationship.

If anything, Luke being the godfather of Rue and being mated to Sage's cousin Elenor simplified the matter that they were technically family still.

"Liam, that is no way to treat the Luna." The former Delta growled, and Sage bit back her smile as she tried to watch the other wolves operate the heavy machinery in front of her. It seemed like a struggle if anything, but after careful evaluation and Blake's theories...It was claimed to be able to get done.

"Sister before Luna, right Sagey?" She glanced back at him and hummed, leaving Luke to sigh. "Looking a little pale hun, you sure you're alright?"

"Nervous, don't like the building." John could only agree, following up with a quick 'you and me both.'

Remus caught sight of his mate, only for Andrew to fill up his view—The male turned around and laughed. "She's fine, I'm more worried about what we're going to find here. Even in broad daylight above ground has my wolf shaking." Remus huffed, irritated that this wasn't going as smoothly as he'd hoped.

Especially since then Sage has been distracted by the others who had risen from the ground.

"How many Silent Sages do you think we'll find?" Andrew asked, coming to stand beside his friend. But Remus began to rub his temple, the prickling headache from the rising so much Claikite at once.

"You'll get used to it," Andy said, absentmindedly touching the scar bearing on his face. He didn't voice the fact that even John flinched at how severe his treatment was, especially considering he was considered Randal's favorite.

"Come on, Andy. She didn't mean it." That was the problem, Georgie wasn't really thinking when she started screaming bloody murder at the sight of Andrew Clark. Not because of his previous title in their world, but because of his scar.

It was going to be a constant reminder, and to those that were tortured for a full decade—It didn't do much to shine on his ego. And definitely not when the only female that gave him love and affection was claimed by someone else.

Just another notch in his heart, if anything.

Remus knew that his friend was hurting, and nothing he could say would help. Was the Alpha happy that Sage isn't pregnant? Yes. But he meant that in the most harmless of ways, there would be so much adversity against the three of them that he didn't think Sage could manage it with everything else.