Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Forty-One

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Sage had felt a slight chill when shifting back to skin, and she didn't waste another moment in finding her sweatshirt and throwing it over her shoulders. Hoping that the elements surrounding them would ease up, but it was unlikely.

There was already talk of ghosts and curses, considering that the SAT phone—The one designed for connecting to service in areas such as this, was not working.

Leaving Blake to take a few laps to calm himself down, as if that would help tune down his panic.

Sage knew that her Charge was an easygoing male, but seeing him act and respond like this was starting to unnerve her. Even if the rest of the group was fairly close by.

So as she took the moment to get dressed and set up her tent beside a sturdy tree. She caught Remus setting down his pack right beside hers.

"Feels like we're camping and scouting out for the bear hunt again, huh?" He offered, his smile glistening down towards her as though nothing was wrong.

That they weren't in a graveyard in search of her captured mother.

"Wish we can go hunt bears—Oh, maybe not. I like Cal." She stopped herself, still keeping to her bear slayer title. Not that Calista didn't know of it, but there was still a bit of tension between the idea of hunting her own kind. Even if they weren't in the category of shifters.

"You want some company tonight?" The question had gone in one ear and out the other as Sage was so fixated on the word 'company' that she didn't understand the meaning of his question.

"What?" She asked, her innocence showing bright as her brows furred together.

"Shit, sorry—I meant, do you want to share a tent?" With it rephrased, Sage nodded at the offer but pointed her finger directly to his chest. "No cocky males in my tent, Remus."

"Understood, your father's right over there anyways. I know our limits." She huffed in agreement and watched as he turned away and started a conversation with those who had just rejoined from the scouting mission.

However, what currently lay at the bottom of her pack were a few offerings—Something that the members that were saved from the truck all that time ago, had asked Sage to do in the spirit of them.

To pray for all the lives lost in this pack.

It didn't occur to Sage that the few members were all that was left, a decent thirty at most. Thirty wolves did not create a pack, no, there were more than thirty in Leo's training sessions.

How could an entire pack be left with so few that escaped? Even then, the newer generation didn't count. Their entire family line was under threat, and hundreds of others ceased to continue.

Sage gripped the candles in her hands and clutched them tight to her chest. It would be better to do it while the energy in her soul was still equal.

There was no telling what they uncovered tomorrow would do to taint or damage her nexus.

With this, she took to standing once again and walked towards those who were born in Crimson. Her head was leveled high and her shoulders back, claiming the authority she was destined to take.

"L-Luna, would you like to join us?" The female questioned, and Sage nodded as she waved away a male who started to get up from the log he was sitting on. "It's okay...I want to ask you all to join me."

It was clear in an instant who was a Rogue that trained with Sage to those that were used to a pack's lifestyle. "What do you mean, ma'am?"

"Female I help from Underground bus is still in the infirmary in Moon Ridge. She can't come, but she asks to say prayers. Come with me?" With the motion of the candle and the remembrance of Sofia in the infirmary, there was little to no denial of the offer.