Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Thirty (Rewritten)

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"Maeve, stop!" Sage tried to order, but the stubborn female had managed to disobey the order—Continuing on to her attack until Noah had caught the female's neck and twisted.

A solidifying set of cracks had signified her fate as her body had been tossed to the side. In addition to the pointless attack that a Swift tail member had done to finish the job.

"N-no!" Sage roared, unable to move from her position much more than she had already. With Maeve's attempt to distract the Alpha, Sage hadn't used it properly to get away, and instead, stayed planted and gritted her teeth.

She would hold out, and she smiled in delight to see the deranged Alpha who had killed her former Delta female come to stalk towards her.

Or would have, had a black wolf completely tackled Alpha Noah. Doing exactly what Maeve had tried to do, and Sage watched in awe as the wolf took the initiative to completely mutilate the male

Crawling as best she could to get a better look, the first glance had warmed her heart at the familiar figure of a family member. "Papa?" She questioned, but it didn't pertain to the wolf's interest. Instead, it continued its task of making the male unrecognizable to the general public.

Once she managed to rise on unsteady feet, Sage made her way at a stumbling pace toward a female that she should have been able to save.

Instead, she fell down to her knees and pulled aside Maeve's hair. Tears streamed down the likes of her cheeks at taking in the female's figure.

It had been slain, there was no amount of blood that could bring a wolf from the dead. Not that she had ever tried before, that is, but with no pulse to be found, Sage leaned forward to swipe Maeve's eyes closed.
"You fight strong, you fight well...Thank you." Sage blessed, tipping herself down to place her forehead to her stomach and sniffling—The chaos was still swirling around her, and nobody knew what was happening. Or perhaps Swift Tail had more morals than she had assumed.

However, when she turned from Maeve's body with another sniffle, she had come face to face with the wolf who had saved her; And the sight was anything but pretty.

She recognized the handy work soon enough, as the sight before she looked more or less like the remains of Alex.
The male she had killed when she first escaped the Underground.

Having inched closer, she established enough noise for the wolf to look to her side, huffing in response to a greeting that Sage could only smile at. This was not her fight but her wolf's takedown.

"Thank you." She whispered out, bowing her head slightly to appease her beast. Which only caused the furry pup to wiggle forward with a rush of excitement, and what would've been an adorable moment had been separated as Andy kicked Sage's wolf far beyond a normal punt.

"What—What did you do?!" She shrieked, grimacing as her quick moment caused a spike in her arm to reappear. Andy had been far too close to a shift that he simply bent down on one knee and cast his own judgment on her appearance.

A few bruises, cuts, and scraps—But it was the arm that surely caught the most attention, and when he looked further, he caught a bite that more or less showed a chunk of her bone.

Yet when he looked to the body she had been beside, he sucked in a troubled breath—It hadn't mattered if he liked Maeve or not, any death of the pack was a devastation.

And his wolf would surely feel it once things subsided.

The growl of anger for all that's happened had been responded to with a matched octave, and he turned towards the sound without hesitation. "No, don't fight her..." Sage whispered, her free and undamaged arm coming closer to soothe his own burns.
The chains did more damage than she thought.