The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

"Are you sure we are in the right woods, Ruru?" Hawi asked an hour later when it seemed like they were lost. They had been here at the hunting grounds but it seemed like they were going in circles, or they were just too dumb to think for themselves.

Despite putting pointers to guide them, the two Alphas were back to where they had begun, with zero success with their hunting session. It should have worried them, but then they weren't even in the least bit.

If anything, it was exciting because this time they were hunting but without using any of their abilities. It was a weird challenge, but one that Hawi had said they try. They were to take a break from being super werewolves and be just normal people with nothing but their humans left to hunt.

Perhaps their instincts could have landed them in the direction of their hunt, but as it was, they were terrible without focusing on their hearing skills, or any of the werewolf abilities they had been gifted since birth.

Well, it was a crazy challenge by two crazy women, it's not like they expected the heavens to be glad, no?

"I was born and raised in these woods—" Ruru began and Hawi rolled her eyes at her. For someone who was apparently born and raised in the Greyson woods and the woods beyond Greyson, Rukiya was doing a good job driving Hawi nits.

There was only so much that the poor white wolf could take before she lost her mind and decided to go back to the camp. but perhaps there was a way out of this for them, right? There would always be a way, after all they were the best no?

"Oh, really now, should I call you my woody Ruru?" Hawi said and Rukiya snickered. She wasn't sure where the conversation was heading, but she wasn't complaining, given this was their free time. They wanted to get away from the chaos of the war.

"That would be true, if I had the great wood, but I don't," Rukiya said before adding, 'Actually I do, because it's on you, and you're mine, so that—" Rukiya said pointing to Hawi's crotch ever so casually.

"—belongs here," Rukiya said, pointing to herself, and Hawi let out a strained choke. Each day, she was learning something new with Rukiya Greyson and at this rate, this woman would be the death of her if she wasn't careful.

"Hunting…" Hawi began with a strained voice. She was trying her very best to remain sane, but it seemed Rukiya Greyson was after her sanity and she was winning so fast, goddamn.

"We are supposed to," Hawi added as she tried to get a hold of herself. This was supposed to be their hunting tip but if they weren't careful they would both end up in the grass in their wolf forms doing everything and anything.

"Be hunting? Of course, come now love, we have deer to hunt aye," Rukiya said as she ran past Hawi, swaying her hips in the process, while Hawi seemed to have been such in time. She couldn't believe that this was real.

Hell, if someone ever told her that she would be this whipped for Rukiya Greyson, she would have taken them to a mental institution herself, but then here she was, smiling like a goat just because she could see her woman happy. Perhaps it really was the little things.

"Yes, hunting. Just great. I'm not sure if I'm part of the hunt or if it is my heart that is being hunted," Hawi grumbled as she stretched her pants that had gotten tighter before going after a happy Rukiya.

It was almost impossible to tell that they had been at war just the previous day, but then wars didn't mean there were or hold back on their happiness, right?

There was so much they needed to do, so much that had planned for and so much that she wished for the both of them and she hoped that she would have the time to do it, in the end. Life was beautiful and they had to appreciate that.

"What exactly are we hunting?" Hawi asked when she realized that they had not carried any hunting tools.

They were a little too far from the free lands; while she could portal back and get them, she couldn't leave her woman alone in these woods, especially in this time. Oh how Hawi hated the Greyson woods.

She had never once recovered from the attack the last time she was in these damned woods. Someone had attacked Greyson because she was there and right now she was here again.

With the war already gaining momentum, it wasn't hard to tell that people would want her dead or even the mate she had gained along the way.

However, that didn't answer the question of who truly wanted Rukiya Greyson dead. Someone had gone over and beyond to make the last attack believable and now that Jer had sworn to kill Rukiya, Hawi knew it was no coincidence.

Someone had been planning this for a while and the attack on Sicario was just the perfect place for them to find the easiest way to take out Rukiya. It wasn't something Hawi would live with, but goddess save the souls of those who wanted her Rukiya dead.

"We are wolves, remember? We can hunt in our wolf forms," Rukiya said excitedly and Hawi took a step back.

In their wolf forms, they would be most vulnerable. In their wolf states, anyone could kill them and get away with it, and in their wolf forms, Rukiya Greyson was the weakest, especially now that she was carefree.

Hawi was a white wolf, which meant that she could win anything whether she was a wolf or a human or a halfling. But her Rukiya was different.

"Malika, come in," Hawi whispered and her protector was in front of her, even though she was invisible to all eyes, this time, including Rukiya Greyson. Unlike the other times that she showed up even to Rukiya, Malika knew that there had to be something this time.

"Yes Mistress, what is it?" Malika asked as she looked at a happy Rukiya. She couldn't tell what could have worried her Mistress like that, but then this time Hawi had something she could lose and something that could make her lose her mind.

Awuor Sicario wasn't going to just sit back and wait for the world to take the only thing she valued more than life, not if she could help it.

Perhaps it was just how not being a believer and shit, but that didn't matter because right now, Rukiya Greysin mattered more than anything else.

"Did you figure out which warlock helped Jer?" Hawi asked and Malika stared at her, unsure if this was really the best of times to be discussing this. Of course, she was the protector and she knew what to look for.

With the way she was staring skeptically at Hawi, it was obvious Malika had figured out who the person was, but why was she holding back from saying it? Would it really be that bad for them?

Then again, they were at war, so it wouldn't make any sense for Malika to be holding back right now.

"Malika, you need to talk."

"Her name is Russel, or at least that is the name she goes by…"