Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Forty-Seven

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The following morning, Sage was unmistaken when she caught the sun peering over her—But instead, it was the fake walls that emulated the feeling of being topside.

And she absolutely hated it.

Growling her distaste, Remus followed in pursuit with his own sanctioned growl. But it was more in the sense that she was safe and protected, though that isn't why she was growling, necessarily.

Making a face, she pouted to see that it was actually a nice picture on the screen. One that made her feel warm and invited, yet with a final huff she had instantly pushed at the thought—Wondering if the windows worked the same as the shower.

"Night mode, please." She spoke out, her voice full of sleep. It was enough for the walls to get the memo, but Remus had found himself startled by Sage's sudden voice speaking out. "W-what?"

"Sleep five more minutes."

"What time is it?"

"Dunno, it's light outside but underground is different. Maybe eight?" She questioned, but Remus had reached towards the nightstand and only responded with a laugh.

"Ha, barely eight. Yeah, I'd say we can get a little bit more sleep. How's your ear?"

"Feels warm, but I will put drops in at breakfast. You sleep okay?" How could he get this female to understand that these past few nights sleeping beside her was the easiest type of sleep he's managed since her disappearance?

Even heavily under the influence was nothing compared to her warm embrace and addicting scent.

"Yeah, feels kinda weird though, huh?" She nodded and sniffled in remembering how everyone looked in their uniform. "I'm sorry, for last night. I don't mean to be an asshole, but clearly, I need to work things out in my head before I make that mistake again." This time, Sage did not nod and remained still. He wasn't the only one stuck inside their own thoughts, hers ran for miles and didn't settle until her head hit the pillow.

With the lack of a response, Remus allowed his hand to trail up the likes of her shoulder. Tracing out the ink that covers the better half of her skin. "Do you remember what this tattoo means?"

"High rank in Crescent Moon."

"That and it shows a dedication, a promise, and a responsibility that the person has while showing this off. When tattoos were required, not having one was worse than being an Omega. That they haven't earned a stance yet."

"Like Aurora's tattoo?" He nodded, it seemed like Arctic Crest was the only one among the American packs that still kept the tradition. Granted, theirs held a different purpose and showed the rank of their warriors—Upon passing their many trials to be a 'master', or that's how Remus took it anyway.

He wondered if Sage would be interested in applying for that, Alpha Xavier and Luna Irene seemed to like Sage enough to put that together. But after everything was settled.

Sage watched in pure satisfaction at her mate thinking as he stared vacantly up to the ceiling. Whatever he was daydreaming of was making his wolf eager and excited, causing her own to yip in curiosity. He must have heard over their limited bond because he caught it and turned down to look at her.

"You said four pups, right?" He whispered, and Sage inhaled slowly. Trying to think back to the time when she was wanting to build up their family. But now that time was seemingly put on pause, how was she meant to have more children now?

"Not now."

"No, I'm just checking in to see if things didn't change your mind about—about continuing—With us."