Lacking Humanity|Half Crescent

Chapter Forty-One (Rewritten)

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Sage stood beside the given set of pack members who were strong enough to continue fighting, the witches stood a decent step back, and Torin was intrigued by not only their fighting style but also the unity of both species into one elected unit.

"Tell me you're thinking the same thing," Grey spoke aloud, though his words were directed to Andy and Severin.
"And what would that be?" The Alpha questioned because, at this point, the conversation would be anywhere.

"That the walking dead aren't coming to hound us because the Luna said that vampire's name... Could a name be cursed?" Sage hummed along with Grey's theory, but Torin confirmed it.

"This vampire you're referring to, Luna Sage, must have summoned them...Their name is tied to these beings and now they have been called." Torin had agreed that perhaps there was more to it than a simple curse calling upon the Dragur. However, his warning had caused the wolves that chose to fight in skin to ready their stance, while it was the Viking that fired the first shot into the air.

His arrow lightened the way and created a much more detailed battlefield, as they were relying heavily on the moon and her natural light to spot the oncoming fleet of undead wolves.

"Don't go for the heart. They need to be killed by impaling the head or detaching it." Torin's words of advice had been met with a plethora of nods and grunts. But Andy felt a sense of pride when his pack members hadn't backed down from such instructions.

Instead, they took it in strides and hadn't thought twice about the incoming undead fleet.

Torin had been the first to yell out the demands of war, and Andy should've expected this little female to feel the same rage. It was met with the same furious temper as the rest of the females had, giving the Alpha a once over to his highest tiers in question.

"Have to give it to the Viking. He has a way with the ladies," Grey said, swirling the handle of his sword around to gain a sense of weight to balance out within his next movement.

The rest of the males flanked the enraged females, and it was as if they had taken the spirit of Sif herself—They reigned havoc with the assault of seething wolves ready to pass their disease and onward.

Yet Sage managed to slash and impale every opponent in her path with Thalia and Bree just beside her, making it nearly impossible for them to be surprised from behind.

Both of the males were correct. The sword was heavy, but the adrenaline and rage coursing through Sage and the rest made their weapons light as a feather. Given that they were all too eager to get this done and over with.

The smell of Draugr and their blood resided as fuel for their temper, and once they were all finished and dead—Sage fell to the floor in a sense of failure.
This was not a victory, not with the way the males and those from Half Crescent were treating it as.

This just meant the fight wasn't over with Armond, and the name itself had been linked to these beasts.

Both Thalia and Bree had dropped down to catch Sage, but her troubled sobs at seeing another sign of Armond's symbol caused them all to quake in fear.

Andy felt distraught in seeing his Luna in such agony, and instead, he plucked her from the ground and carried her inside—Not caring about her fallen weapon nor the mess outside their shelter for the evening.

Sage clung to Andy with all she was worth, but fear laced her every breath. It was as if they hadn't run far enough.
That their escape meant nothing if these Dragur beasts were out searching for them—For her.