Lacking Humanity | Moon Ridge

Chapter Forty-Nine

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"What the hell is happening?!" Hayes bellowed from his tent, his palm absentmindedly rubbing the spot against his chest as he barreled forward. Growling in warning to the wolves who were surrounding the scene before him. Only to lay eyes on those closest to his daughter's figure, one who was struggling to get a proper breath.

"Goddess—Blake, get your witch on the phone."

"She's not picking up, it's the middle of the night—"

"I don't care if it's fucking noon on Christmas Day, we need something!" It was pointless, as the Rogue General already had his phone up to his ear in addition to Liam who shouting to his incoherent brother about what was happening.

Both Remus and Andrew were trying to get through to her, shouting her name and shaking her—But as Hayes moved to sit beside her, resting his head on her heart, he choked on the thought.

"She's going to have a damn heart attack if we don't figure out what the hell is happening!" He concluded. While Remus, who was trying to fight through the tears begging her to wake up, was instantly blindsided by a whispering movement that fluttered the air, one that smelled so real and foreign that it caused the better half of the group to stick their nose up in the air.

With a sense of calmness starting to regulate into Sage's system, her body was forced to relax under the scent. One that Hayes looked about in suspicion, or had until he caught the fiery red hair of the female Nymph that Sage had spoken to earlier in the week.

The one she freed from the greenhouses.
Were they being followed?

As Hayes rose to his feet and followed after the female, she simply stopped her getaway and extended her hand forward—Into the words and North, a different direction from where they started to where they are headed.

What could that possibly have meant?

Just as he was about to get his focus together and question her, the female had taken the liberty to use a crack in a tree's trunk and disappear. Leaving the smell of freshly cut grass and something more to linger fruitfully behind her.

"Sir?" A Crimson pack member questioned him, tilting his head in submission but also curious as he had spoken up. "It was a Nymph, she must've felt the pain." Hayes decided, turning back and reaching for his daughter. But Remus growled his displeasure for the movement, his eyes blackened as the deepest pits of the earth.

"She's my daughter, male. Calm yourself." His wolf needed the reminder, but it still did not sit well that so many hands were touching the Luna in desperation that things were alright—That she was okay.

But things were absolutely not okay, as Sage was left swimming in absolute darkness after experiencing flashes of an image. One that wasn't fully colored and blurred to her vision, of course, it was a dream, she knew that well enough.

That still didn't explain what it was she was looking at, only that it was large and the scent was close. One that demanded to see her, that continued to call out in agony as though it was as desperate as she was for an answer.

But as soon as she started to become aware of what it was she was gazing upon, it was abruptly ripped away at the prospect of lavender blossoming up and away—She screamed in frustration as the picture disappeared and blurred away into nothingness.

Forcing her back to solid ground and the familiar ache in her chest, as though things were back to normal—Only this time, with an image that was plaguing her every thought.

Begging to be deciphered.

With Sage's breaths starting to ease, and her heart at a much easier pace—it was the voices that started to filter through that piqued her interest. Only for a split moment as she realized it was yelling.