The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance-Chapter 564: Wasting The Days To Forget Losing

[HAWI]

"They’re killing everyone who supported you, ever. They are clearing them hit by it, and given the trajectory they are on, the final destination is the new Sicario," Islinda voiced carefully.

She knew that this wasn’t the kind of thing that made Hwi stay at ease. It was a reminder that whatever happened always had consequences and with the disappearance of Hawi, a lot had been triggered.

In the war, Hawi had taken out a lot of people. She had ruined families and while they had been enemies at the time, and all that Hawi had cared about was Sicario, it didn’t change the fact that families had been torn apart for Sicario to bloom.

Granted, it was the fault of the Russels, but according to all the news in the werewolf realm, the Russels had all been eliminated, which was supposed to make the realm feel safe, but it only isolated the other people.

"And how is it my fault?" Hawi asked even though the wheels in her head were spinning really fast. She understood the reaction of the Salvadors. They had no one to blame for the shit that had happened.

Sure, the Russels had brainwashed their kin to join the war and form the greatest enemy army, they had heard that Hawi would have them. After all, the white wolf they had was tight; it was always meant to save the llama…not thrust it into sorrow.

The final nail in that hopeless coffin was when Greyson was the only pack that had been merged with Sicario. It was a clear identification of the disparity in the realm and anyone who had lost their kin in the war wouldn’t take it lightly.

From their perspective, it was like the white wolf had ruined their lives and made the lives of only packs better. That wasn’t what had been meant to happen, but the world was a cruel place and some people always had to end up as collateral.

"Hawi," Islinda called out softly. She could see the wheels spinning in Hawi’s head and he knew that the girl in front of her head made the connection. Life wasn’t supposed to be that cruel and yet Islinda had made it cruel.

She had managed to make the realm that had once been so damn beautiful into a hell hole that no one wanted to be a part of anymore. The Salvadors were reigning terror on everyone and there was no disparity.

They were doing that to send a message to Hawi, who wasn’t even in the realm. And the worst part of all that was that the intel never once reached Sicario, so the Savasci knights would save the realm. It wasn’t fair and Hawi’s heart broke for everyone who had lost something in the war.

"The warriors at the kid’s door… they had to have known that the kid protected by the amnesiac queen was special, right? What are you doing?" Hawi asked in earnest. She already understood what was happening, but she needed her answers.

She needs to know what the hell was fogging on there because if she didn’t, then she would be worse than she had been when she was eliminating the brussels. It was already bad enough that they were dead and the ghosts were haunting the realm indirectly.

"Hawi…" Islinda tried again, but Hawi wasn’t having any of it.

"If you want me to save your precious realm again, answer me," Hawi insisted. She had to know what the fuck was going on. She had to know if the moon goddess was that cruel a person that she would want to screw with a kid who was innocent.

That was the kind of thing that Hawi couldn’t forgive and Islinda had to have known that by now. Or maybe she knew and just didn’t give a shit. After all, Hawaii was just her servant like all the other wolves in the Olyana kingdom. But at the same time, there was no answer.

"They are not there to harass the kid," Islinda said and Hawi stared at her in disbelief. It is like this woman was not even on the same page as her anymore. Th again what the fuck was Hawi supposed to expect from a woman who was more than willing to ruin her realm?

Oh, but it was a disappointing reality that Hawi had found herself in. It wasn’t fair at all and it made Hawi’s heart sink into her stomach. Islinda was supposed to be kind, and caring. She was supposed to be loving and yet here Hawi was leaking to the devil deity.

"Oh, really now?" Hawi sneered, clearly not in the mood for more chaos.

"Look closely, Hawi. Look at their faces. Their clothes. Focus on the details," Islinda spoke and Hawi sighed. She didn’t know what the woman was playing, but it did hurt to focus on acne, right?

After all, this was the only way for her to know if the moon goddess was just the devil they didn’t know of or if this woman was truly as kind as everyone talked of her. But then that would never change what Hawi had seen her do anyway.

"They are Sicario and Greyson wolves? What the fuck?" Hawi asked as she looked at the clothes that the warriors were wearing. It was unsettling and it made her wonder why the fuck her people would be that dumb to terrorize the kid.

Oh, but Hawi wouldn’t forgive them for what theta had been doing. This was something that she would sort out the moment she went back home, because she couldn’t have child terrorists in her home.

She may have been gone for three hundred years about that was not a good enough excuse for them to shift and become that disgusting set of people. It all made no sense and Hawi felt her breath leave her.

"They were sent by Hudhayfah," Islinda said and Hawi felt her world go still.

"What?" she questioned even though it was a soft murmur of disbelief. There was just no way that Hudhayfah Karim would have sanctioned a girl for warriors to terrorize a kid, when he had the kindest of all hearts.

"Keep watching the room closely," Islinda insisted and Hawi wanted to punch her into silence. She didn’t want to listen to Islinda anymore. The night was cruel even to the kids and now one of her best friends was sanctioning insanities? What was even going on???

"I’m sick of your game. Hudhayfah wouldn’t hurt anyone. He wouldn’t dare to send anyone to hurt kids. He is the greatest protector of children, so if you want to turn someone into a terrorist, it is easier to love me as one than forcing Hudhayfah into that shit.

"Try again some other time, yeah?" Hawi stated dismissively. She wasn’t going to allow this crazy woman to force her to discredit one of the most loyal and kindest people she had ever met. She had known the man so well that it was just impossible.

Besides, Rukiya had been the first one to vouch for him, and Rukiya Greyson never vouched for anyone easily. Ruru had trusted Hudhayfah with her life even until the last minute. She wouldn’t have let a horrible person into Hawi’s life.

Oh, how Hawi was certain of that. Then again, three hundred years was a lot of time for someone without a mate, right? It was enough for even the kindest of hearts to run into devils who were unacceptable in society, no?

"Focus, Awuor. Focus and clear the fog in your eyes. You are their ruler; they answer you regardless of where you are. You should know your people better than me, because you are linked to all of them.

"You know them truly, so focus. Do you really think your people would try and cause harm to kids? Do you think they would be the Salvadors? Do you think they would want to hurt that which was important to you?" Islinda asked and Hawi sighed.

It was like there was something else in the moon goddess’s tone. She was daring Hawi like any protector would for her subject, only that was how her creation was. Islinda was being careful and caring and Hawi was confused for a moment there.

This wasn’t what she had expected but regardless of what happened, she wouldn’t change her mind about the whacko beside her. Even then, she chose to give the woman a chance. She wanted to see for herself if there was truth to what the woman was saying.

Besides, it wasn’t like she would lose anything if she focused or did focus, right? All she had to do was see through the fog that was right before her. But why did the goddess use the term for exactly? What was she aiming for?

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"Oh, shit… they are dressed like the Salvadors," Hawi said and Linda smacked her head.

"Of course they are. Now focus, Awuor," Islinda insisted and Hawi truly focused this time. The longer she stared at the scene before her, the more she relayed what this was for her and her people.

They were not trying to break down the food, instead, they had been opening it gently, while using the kind of magic that would make anyone think that they had come for the person the werewolf queen cared for the most; the kid.

The kid was on the bed sleeping softly, while to anyone who was watching, it seemed like she was being torn apart by the barbaric men who had stormed the palace to her. Maybe not all that was visible to the eyes was the truth, right?

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"They are there to protect the kid," How sighed in relief as the fig cleared eventually.

"Exactly."

"But why?"

"The Russel lover siblings are back in Sicario, and Trey told Hudhayfah of the danger."