Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Twenty-Nine

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Warning:
This chapter may contain a few graphic scenes

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"We'll get there soon. Take care of the first set then the next." Luke reminded, and Sage shivered at the idea of what else was down here.

"Find more?"

"Sure we will. Think this is the front line to trespassers." Sage nodded and sent a smile to another male—Who returned it with a flash of his yellowed teeth.

"They get good food, warm good food. Clean water. Clothes. Bath and—"

"And they will, but it's late and things are going slow. If that pup wanted to speak up, she could've done it before." Sage couldn't deny what her brother was saying, but who wanted to talk to the Crescent Moon traitors any more than they had to?

And they couldn't, not before the trial anyway.

Jackson, on the other hand, was sorting through the locked cabinets to see if they missed anything. And in true Jack fashion, he pulled up a rather long rod—One that had two small bars at the end, suggesting that it was a taser of some sort.

"Starting to get the picture..." Jackson whispered, but his eyes burned at the idea of his dad once again. Maybe he should've gone with Eli when he asked to head back topside with him, because this was starting to wane in his heart.

In his moment of weakness, the male accidentally dropped the Taser onto the rack. Given his aggravation, he didn't give much care to how he put it back—Yet the sound that it had admitted was similar to the bell, though this time, even Andrew and those in Half Crescent were starting to wither.

It was Hayes that silenced the machine, and Jackson had stood in awe as to what happened in mere seconds and had caused nearly half the room to crumble.

Not only that, but the hatred in the Deformed's eyes had caused his knees to buckle. He shook his head, giving up his search and closing the locker as he went forward to the Alpha and the rest of his group.

Granted, they were now huddled up towards the other cave entrance. Sage's prediction of them protecting what was off in that direction remained to be proven, but even now it was being supported.

Jackson had taken the long strides and found himself on his knees, a position that a Delta male would rarely find. And so he reciprocated the same greeting that he caught the other's turn to show Sage.

"No more." He promised, and the scarred faces all remained reserved. Clearly having heard those words before and suffered the consequences of believing in said promise.

When Jack's eyes had turned to Sage's, the female was still feeling around her neck at the near tension of thinking a collar was strapped.

That's what the sound mimicked, and those around her certainly faced that sort of torture before.

And Jackson had never felt more shameful for not being more careful of his actions.

The Deformed wolves had nearly pounced at the reveal of the sound of a cart headed their way. But the mixed scents of the male's mated females made it a familiar introduction for them to process, but Sage knew that Remus would not be allowed down here, not when he held the title of Alpha—And she wondered for a brief moment if her not being mated allowed her to move freely.

A stand-in Luna seemingly had more freedom, or maybe it was more pressing than her own safety.

Had her fathers not joined them, then perhaps she would be still at the surface and saved herself from these traumatic flashbacks.