The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[AWUOR]

As Awuor trained with Malika, she couldn't help but feel like something was calling onto her. She felt like there were things she wanted to fix, and Olyana just wanted the place for her at the moment.

She had been here for a few weeks now, and while she appreciated what Malika was trying to do for her, Awuor wanted to take a break from everything. She was tempted to go back to the forest in the freelands, and it was something that she wasn't sure of.

Granted, she never had someone who would stand on her side, especially now that her best friend was on Jer's side, but Awuor couldn't help the strong sudden urge to go to the damning free lands.

"Malika, I need to take a walk," Awuor said, and Malika looked at her skeptically.

Awuor Hawi never took walks, so hearing her claim that she wanted to take a walk, was the first sign of suspicion. Malika had seen Awuor train and frankly there was no point in training her in Olyana. The rejected alpha was well trained, not to mention she was always alert.

As part of her Hawi's test, in the past few weeks, Malika had sent people to attack Awuor in the night and they had ended up with broken bones. The woman was alert, and had a clear mind even when she was filled with a rage and desire to go abc and make her people pay.

Now that she thought about it, Malika knew this was the first white wolf who didn't even need training. Awuor Hawi was the woman any pack needed. She was good at her weaponry, she was alert, she was smart, and she knew what she wanted to do.

Frankly, Malika had considered telling Awuor that there was no point in training her, but she had seen Awuor enjoy the fights, so she had delayed it for a while. But hearing Awuor say she wanted to take a walk, Malika knew that maybe, just maybe, it was time to let her be.

"You need to take a walk or you need to go back to the freelands, Hawi? Which one is it?" Malika asked and Awuor lifted her head a little too fast, almost hurting herself in the process as she looked at her protector.

"A walk," Awuor said and Malika just sighed.

"Alright then, I'll pack our bags for your WALK, alright?"

"Damn, you know me so well. I'll help," Awuor said with a slight laugh. She was tired of staying in Olyana. Maybe someday she would come back here, but each night since she had come here Awuor had been thinking a lot about her vengeance.

Granted, her people had assumed that she had died because of the rejection, but still, she wanted to see for herself what was happening. She ended up rethinking everything because she could always run away and what better place was there for her other than the free lands anyway.

Right now, she was a rejected alpha, one who didn't have a mate and a pack to stay in. She was a rogue on her own, and a white wolf who had set base in the land of the protectors. So even if she didn't have a home in Sicario, Awuor would always have a home with the protectors.

"I'll miss this place," Awuor said to Malika as they walked past the Olyana borders into the free lands. Once again, Malika gave her a look that made Awuor sigh.

"I really will. Not waking up early though. You, people, wake up at a time when I'm used to going to sleep. I won't ever miss that," Awuor added and Malika smiled knowingly. She had been with the white wolf for a few weeks and Malika knew that the white wolf was strong.

Maybe because in her anger, Awuor had unintentionally exposed herself to so many harsh situations. Situations that would have rendered her dead and blind, but even then she had managed to survive.

"I know. And you must also keep in mind that you have changed a lot, Hawi. your hair color is completely white and they are so long even though pretty with the braiding you've been consistent in.

"Even then I hope you also keep in mind that your scent changed with the rejection. No one who has never seen you will know that you're from the Sicario pack or that you're a rogue," Malika said a little too proudly.

The white wolf assigned to her had made the impossible possible and she had nothing less than praises for Awuor.

Together the two women walked back to the freelands, spending two days and nights on the road, and not even stopping once. Maybe it was the excitement, or maybe it was because Awuor wanted to get settled fast.

There was no telling what she was hurrying towards, but even then, Awuor knew that she was setting foot on the path that could either lead her to imminent death, or her victory against the people who had murdered her parents.

Whatever it was, she was willing to face it head-on. She had been preparing for when she came back, even though she had never thought she would be back this soon.

Sure, Malika always kept her up to date with all that was happening in Sicario, but Awuor had never once cared. Especially since her rejection.

Awuor knew it was pointless trying to go back home and try to win the favor of her people, when they all knew the truth, and chose to be blinded by the lies that her family had decided to spread to the Sicario wolves.

Hawi was done kneeling before her stupid mate and her dear brother and this time, maybe she would choose to fight fire with fire. It was always the best option when a truce was inconsiderable.

"Hold on, I can smell something," Malika said as she sniffed in the air, and Awuor did the same instinctively.

They had been too busy on the road and almost all the stenches were the same, because they belonged to trogues who knew better than to go after a woman with white hair who looked like she was a thousand years old.

That was the price Awuor had to pay if she wanted to come back to the free lands. She would be the fragile old woman with gray hair and a woman everyone wouldn't want to fight, because no one in their right mind fought an old wolf. It was just an unreasonable and plain stupid a choice.

"Pack wolves in the free lands,... interesting," Awuor mused as she looked at her protector who was staring at Awuor too, as if to tell her not to do anything that would harm her.

"The Greysons?" Malika sighed and that got the rejected alpha's attention. Awuor had never expected that Rukiya Greyson would have set up camp where she had once set up her camp.

"I guess she finally went nuts, huh?" Awuor said, making Malika look at her like there was something wrong with her. The Greyson alpha was way out of her limits as the leader of one of the strongest packs.

"Finally I get to see someone crazier than you, I have really lived my life to the fullest now," Malika said and Awuor just rolled her eyes at her protector as they sneaked around the Greyson camp.

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