Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Twenty-Eight (Rewritten)

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To say Andy was pissed was an understatement. Especially when he slammed the pack's front door in following Sage—Hera. 

One of the two.

He was so livid that his eyes burned holes in the back of her head, it hurt both her and her wolf on being hated so much.

"What the hell am I going to do now?! A war?!" Andy roared, and perhaps it was because she had taken over as Alpha for Crescent Moon before, with Luke and the rest of her team at her side.
But for this pack to learn that a war was coming their way was a damn revelation.

It would destroy their sense of peace entirely.

"LEAVE!" Sage bellowed, and most of everyone scattered to clear the room.

Though Severin had just walked in, his eyes were cautious as always. Yet tiredness reigned in heavily. He didn't want a war any more than the next wolf.

"What happened?" He calmly intervened, and Andy turned to look at Sage with a tilted head.

"My wolf won't submit to fake Alphas, Noah's a joke." Sage huffed, while Andy sighed his hands down the likes of his faces as he seethed. "I've built that friendship up for almost nine years! Nine! And you destroyed it in less than five days—"

"He's mean! Maybe you don't see that anymore. He says that this isn't a real pack, that moon goddess doesn't want this pack to have pups. He only has Delta blood in him. He'll lose." Sage growled,  leaving Grey to walk in a tad bit too late, especially considering how his Alpha and Luna looked at one another.

"What do you even know about wars, controlling an army?!... We don't have that kind of power!" Andy spat, all through gritted teeth. Yet Sage was not about to withdraw, not when it only rallied her further.
"I was in the middle of it! Crescent Moon goes to war, and I saw it! I live in it!"

It might not have been the reaction Andy was prepared for, but his body language eased up as he shook his head—"Not up close, hun. You'll never get that close, not as close as me..." Anger flared on her face as she grabbed the likes of his t-shirt into her fists.

"Remus was in coma for weeks! I was helping!... Fuck you!" She spat, her eyes burning at the thought of saying his name. She avoided it for so long that it felt rough on her tongue.

But in mentioning his name, something broke in Andy as well. His face had fallen, and it was too late as Sage stormed out of the now deserted pack house.

"Uh...Sir?" Grey mumbled.
"Quiet." That might've silenced the Delta, but Severin was not that open to being shunned like that.

Why'd you upset her like that? For goddess sake, Sage hardly ever swears—She said right, too.

"I know what she said, Severin. I said be quiet." Andy grumbled, his hands running down his face as he tried to focus on the looming danger that was no doubt headed there way.
"Why would Alpha Noah want Sage to submit anyway? That's what I want to know—And she's right, sir. The whole 'public mating thing' that was...Well, it was kinda true, but what's so good about packs in the first place?" Grey questioned, but now it was Andy's turn to feel remorse.

Nothing he did was to protect Sage, sure siding with her at the moment was—But was he truly siding with her stance now if he was already regretting the start of a war?

For as long as he's lived, Andy knew that avoiding war might mean showing his belly side up occasionally. But here, it wasn't an option.

"Double up patrol. It'll take Noah a few days to return to Swift Tail. Doubt they'll manage an attack before then." Andy ordered.
"And the witches? Sure they can add some layer of defense too." Grey's suggestion caused the Alpha to look back over to Severin, which ultimately meant speaking with Elena.