Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Twenty-Seven (Rewritten)

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"...Those bounty hunters don't know what they're doing anymore. They're all migrating to the States. Every last one of them, and good riddance—The states are fucked." Alpha Noah proclaimed, all so causally, and Andy's eyes continued to dance between his Luna and Severin's, but she maintained a steady motion in buttering her toast or sipping her tea.

He knew she was listening, so he said, pointing to the closed book and perked lips, which were a cutting sign that she was thinking. 

But he was thankful Grey had asked the question, "What's wrong with the States?"

"In shambles is what, the council's gone...Most of the council is dead now that I think of it. What did they call themselves...Coldridge, yeah, I'd make the fair wager that the packs jump from thirteen down to nine." The laugh Noah let out only let the gears in Sage's head turn, and Andy couldn't hold himself back.

Your pack wasn't in Coldridge, right?

No, we were in Summit. Other packs, but I don't know how to ask questions without Noah knowing where I'm from.

The guests would only be here for another day before returning to Swift Tail. Though it couldn't be more agonizing, the resources were enough to set them back, even with Sage's magical garden, which caught Noah's attention as being a 'another blessing from the Goddess'.

Andy pinned it off to Hera and her love for gardening, and the new additions were all her own constructions. She certainly made the pack feel much homier.

"Anything we need to worry about?" Andy questioned, and Noah huffed, unamused.
"Wouldn't be surprised if most of them come up our way. The last time there was a war, two packs fell. No doubt that Moon Valley will be next." Was it wrong for Sage to smirk into her next sip of tea?

Absolutely not, but they were the main reason for the war in the first place.

"You don't have to worry about a thing, little Luna. Andy and I have been friends for years now...And if you ever feel like you need help, we can always send a few warriors your way." The visiting Alpha claimed, as if it was such an honor to be offered it.

She had finally cracked with a laugh. "I think we're okay." She decided, and Grey had to withhold his shiver. Sage could be the scariest damn wolf in the whole pack if she so pleased.

Her black coat made it nearly impossible for her to be seen in the dark.

Not to mention the speed she manages to get up to.

Silent but deadly indeed.

"Always keep an open hand to others, Little Luna. It'll be good for you in the long run." Noah reflected, almost shocked that she had all but denied it.
"I still got captured, so no. Not good." She interjected, and Andy sighed, attempting to whisper words that appeased Noah only to counter them in her head.

We're not really that good friends, Sage. He's just the closest ally I have.

Sounds familiar.

What?

Nothing. Don't need to keep friends if they're not friends. A lot of people pretend with me and others don't like me...One female calls me pig because I ate too much at meeting. Noah doesn't have good vibes. You know Elena say same thing too—I don't remember learning about Canada packs, but he's bottom. Right?

Andy hadn't thought about that position.

Had Swift Tail been bottom-ranked?

"Do you have any ties to the American packs, Luna Hera?" Noah questioned, and Sage shrugged. "I don't know...In the dark, and my English is—"
"You're doing fine. Stop putting yourself down." Andy interjected, stopping her before she could finish her sentence.