Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Twenty-Nine (Rewritten)

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Andy had almost cried when Sage told him that her period finally stopped. Yet the last thing she expected was to be engulfed into a hug, it was just something so silly that she couldn't help but laugh and enjoy it.

The happiness was so contagious that Andy decided that they should celebrate. A small one, to use up the ale they worked so hard to brew this summer.

It was delicious, the small sampling tastes that Sage had managed—But after realizing it was alcoholic, she claimed that she and alcohol don't mix well.

Not even bothering to explain how she turned hysteric over something as simple as a puppy video.

"I'll drink for the both of us, hun." He decided, though everyone was limited to one or two just because of the predicament they were in. The crowd was surrounding the pack's makeshift cafeteria. Sage was sitting on her tucked-in legs, enjoying the energy of the pack with Andy just by her side.

But her eyes sadly scanned the perimeter. Remus wasn't in this picture. They were much more lively than the cold stares she'd deal with in Crescent Moon. Maybe it was the open wound or the worry for the future—But Rogues always worried about the future.

And Sage was starting to understand the difference between formal and Rogue packs. It was safe to say that there was nothing demanding about being here. If she wanted to do something, Andy hardly battened an eye. Realistically the territory was too dense to travel alone.

The idea of ranks wasn't offered the same way. Nobody was outright an Omega—Everyone took turns in the kitchen, even Andy, which surprised her when she caught him cooking a beautiful Italian dish beside her.

It didn't matter in the end, with those who decided that they would stay away from the bloodshed that was undoubtedly going to happen. There was still a crowd to be had surrounding them.

Sage leaned further into the couch's plush cushion, soaking in the joy, and Andy smirked at providing something so simple for the pack to enjoy.

However, as comfortable as Sage had become, it stung a bit, as every time she'd leave her imagination to picture Remus in his place, she wondered how different things would have been if she hadn't tried to escape everything and go to Mystic Grimm.

This idea tore through her heart and then some, but the addition of a few sips of wolf booze sparked an even more relaxed bear-slayer.

While she didn't have a male to lean on or enjoy as Elena did, Sage was plenty happy to see her female become so comfortable in Severin's arms.

Sage could hardly enjoy the nights following their hard labor, but Andy categorized it as a lightweight to the few sips he'd let her have. Sure enough, he carried her in his arms and settled her in bed beside him.

He had been sort of glad that her room was in the state it was in. It meant that they were together and able to protect one another, as wolves weren't usually meant to sleep on their lonesome.

Yet this was the perfect time to do something he's meant to do for a while now. He had brought Sage into the pack by inciting a blood pact, but there was another step he wanted to perform.

Another promise he wanted to issue.

In kneeling at her bedside, Andy had begun to whisper into the semi-dark room.

The only light coming from the windows was the goddess herself, blessing them with her moonlight.

The rock itself had been small, but asking for a quartz crystal from the group of witches in the pack was quite easy to secure. But once that had been finished, he leaned over onto her bedside before returning to his position.