The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

"When is Malika coming?" Mbali asked, loving the way the wolves were dancing to their tunes.

"Soon. Go on, spare no one. I don't care if you have to take out the kids too. No one was kinder to me,'' Hawi said to Mbali who just agreed instead of trying to reason with her as usual.

Jabali Lihle could see that Hawi's eyes were slowly growing darker and there was no point in telling the woman that the kids were innocent. This was something they would deal with if they got out of this alive… They just didn't care anymore.

"Alright. And you should be careful too. This ambush is going on well as it is. Don't let yourself be distracted, Hawi. We are here to kill, not to get emotional and shit,. Think Of it as an assignment to butcher them all, alright?" Mbali said.

Hawi just stared at the Lycan warrior like that wasn't already what they were doing at the moment. Maybe it was crazy, but Mbali knew the moment Hawi got emotional so many things could go wrong and frankly, they couldn't have her hair turning red.

Perhaps that's why Mbali was insistent on them being focused.

Mbali knew she could convince Hawi to turn her humanity off, but that would be dangerous for everyone, especially given how Hawi was always unstable even with her humanity on. That was a risk that Mbali wasn't going to take.

However, if push came to shove then she would do it, for the sake of their mission.

"Yes, Mother. Go on, I'll try to reach out to Malika and see what is keeping her away, seeing as we can see Theo here already," Hawi said and Mbali snickered before adopting Hawi gently on the back and leaving.

She could only hope that this would be alright with her.

"Malika," Hawi said as she tried to reach out through the mind link. She didn't want to keep her focus on one place especially now that she was surrounded by people who were fighting back.

The Sicario warriors hadn't known who she was, thanks to the white hair she was adorning, and the war ink on her face, not to mention the fact that many of them had assumed she was dead.

Maybe they figured that this person fighting them was just another person who wanted to be like Hawi. But then no one would ever replace Awuor Hawi Sicario. It was just impossible.

The sooner they accepted that, the sooner their terrible lives would end without so much pain, right?

"Hello Mistress," Malika responded.

Hawi let out a happy smile, even though she was swinging her sword and ripping through any Sicario wolves that she ran into. She loved how the war had turned out and boy did she feel safer now that Malika was responding.

Granted, she didn't need to feel safe here given she was in charge, and with her mate, but Malika was her protector. And even though Hawi never really showed it, she always thought of Malika as her guardian.

Malika always had her back, even in the craziest of moments, Malika always told her to face things and if it went haywire, she would always be there to smoothen things out for Hawi.

She loved Hawi like a sister and even more like someone she wanted to see happy.

So it wasn't shocking that Hawi was strangely smiling from ear to ear in a place where people were screaming with pain from their organs being ripped out of their bodies, or even from the fact that they were being attacked by Lycans, of all the creatures.

"You—"

"Oh, come now, Hawi. Don't tell me you're getting shy on me right now," Malika teased and Hawi just breathed out a sigh. It was not normal for her to be in this state, especially because of Malika, but this was her letting herself be human.

"You wish. Where are you?" Hawi asked as she stopped to look around her. She could see bodies falling, mothers screaming, men grunting, and children lying on the ground with their bodies covered in blood.

"Look behind you,'' Malika said.

Hawi instantly turned to see her protector in her full gear. Malika looked so beautiful and perfect that if she wasn't here for war, she could have been in a museum earning gold from people who just wanted to see her beauty.

Her ever-long and untied hair was currently in a tight bun, that's not even a hair that seemed out of place. Her usual golden attire was gone and in its place was a black leather uniform set for the greatest warriors out there.

Malika looked like she had won endless wars, even this one even though she hadn't even started yet. Hawi felt relief coursing through her veins as she rushed to hug Malika, a sight that got Malika confused because she was certain Hawi never let herself be weak.

But then this was different, this was just the white wolf being relieved that her guardian had made a show, it was something that made her feel at ease because she knew nothing could ever go wrong whether Malika was with her.

"H… Hi," Hawi breathed out, and Malika just pulled her into a hug, before they pulled apart.

"You look different, Hawi. Don't tell me you were scared I wouldn't come?" Malika teased again and Hawi rolled her eyes, like there weren't people getting beheaded around them. She didn't care about that, not even Elodie who was staring in shock.

"Are you sure your brains are working right? Because this is the first time all your thoughts about me are wrong," Hawi said and Malika just chuckled. She understood Hawi best and she was just happy she was here.

"Oh, I'm thinking well alright. I'm just glad that this time, you didn't get to do this alone. You finally let yourself lean on others and that's beautiful, Hawi.

"I could kill them all with a snap of my fingers, but I have a feeling you want to feel, their blood on your hands, yeah?" Malika said loving this 'normal' side of Hawi. She never thought it possible, but then pain had a different way of making things happen.

Perhaps this time there would be better outcomes for them all right?

"You're crazy. Let's get fighting,'' Hawi said, as she pulled back from the hug and patted Malika's back as if to tell her that it was game time. Then again, it was always game time for Malika, even when she was sleeping.

Right now, she was on duty and boy did she love it too.

"For Hawi!!!" Malika shouted as she ran into the crowd too. She didn't care that many were staring at her confused, especially the Sicario warriors who were trying to fight their enemies but were losing.

The Greyson warriors are well trained and the fact that they had been training daily made it even better because these warriors were highly skilled.

The Sicario warriors had been getting training too, but with Dom and Hawi gone, no one could teach them the best tactics of war. Right now, they were just trying to stay alive, which was pathetic, but it was like Hawi's army of psychos cared anyway.

"Awuor… You're alive?"

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