Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Forty-Three

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Anger swept over Sage like a brewing storm, and it was that type of motivation that enacted just that.
"I am Alpha Sage Moon of Crescent Moon, are you sure you want to fight?" She questioned, passing by her brothers and former trainees. Knowing full well that Calvin and the rest would not want to fight their former pack members, even if this Carter fellow looked young—Born in a different generation.

It meant they were still here, didn't it?

Sage what are you planning?

Getting Nymphs out.

And then? What about us?

They don't want to fight, wait until Crimson members speak up.

Remus wanted to intervene, but seeing how white Sage's eyes had gotten meant there was no room for any suggestions. Carter, who was growing impatient and angry at not being taken seriously, had spat out orders.

But the mere motion of Sage's hand and foot that stomped into the earth had stopped any thought of an attack. Not only that, but gave her the very clue she needed to continue further.

"They send almost Master of Arms to deal with me?" Hayes tried to grab Sage, but it was too late—Whatever type of magic she enacted was too strong to bare, as she whisped straight to Carter and held him by the throat. A gentle wave of wind came to join in on his useless threat, and even a crack of lightening to showcase that Sage Moon was not joking or taking the threat seriously.

Not one bit.

"W-wait! We can work something out, p-promise! I-I'll t-take you to my Alpha. H-he'll want to speak with you!"

"I can't smell you. Why?"

"We have enchantments up! Witches lent them to us decades ago!" He spewed, and it allowed Sage to drop him to the floor, her eyes returning back to normal as she laughed. Throwing her now free hand out into the sky to reverse the call that she demanded upon the earth.

"Okay! We go meet the Alpha now!" She cheered, and Hayes was not the only one with their head in their hands. Though they were in various forms considering everyone was still shifted.

Blake, however, was letting out small puffs of air as his wolf couldn't hold back his laughter.

"Carter, I want to apologize on my daughter's behalf, I'm former Alpha of Mystic Grimm, Hayden Mystic. We truly do come in peace..." With Carter's hand still on his throat, he threw up his own snarl. But he ultimately recognized the male who spoke.

"Daughter? That makes sense...And the rest of you?" This much more friendly question had allowed more of a conversation to build up. Though Sage gestured behind her and introduced everyone, not specifically a job set for a Luna, but an Alpha of their own rank.

It did lighten Andrew's mood when she still referred to him as an Alpha.

However, Sage caught the unrestful movements of the Crimson wolves as the former refugees introduced themselves. While it wasn't brother meeting brother, it was most definitely sparking memories in hearing names once again.

Granted, when Carter had turned back towards Sage—His cheeks burned with both embarrassment and anger.
Course Sage had only smiled brighter, given that she still had a bone to pick with him.

"You keep Nymphs locked away."

"Uh—I—I don't, it's just how the pack keeps a handle and maintains the produce of food."

"Nymphs can't be contained."

"R-right, so maybe you can tell the Alpha? Right? Bring this to him?" Sage thought for a moment, perking her lips, and turned to Remus who was coming to her side.