The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

The night was long for the Savasci knights as they cleaned up the pack as a way to distract themselves from the worst reality that could hit them in the morning.

They turned the pack upside down, cleaning it so well that anyone wouldn't even think that the Sicario pack was once a battlefield. They made the right adjustments and the pack was finally what it had always been.

A single clean and powerful pack.

It was what people had always wished to see when they came for Thor tours and frankly, if there were tourists who intended to come visit Sicario at this point, they would have the best view of the greatest of all packs.

"Are you sure about this?" Theo voiced with worry once they were done with their cleaning. It had taken them two whole days to finish cleaning up the pack and restoring everything like it was.

However, then that didn't make it any easier for them to embrace the little truth that was lingering in the air for them.

Granted, they were clear now, and looked healthier and without any scars, not to mention, Jer was in the dungeons where he had walked himself into, but still, it wasn't enough.

"We can't hide forever. Besides, there are only two Russels left for us to go after. The Sifir is here with us, so that can only mean we control when they will come out of the Cezaevi.

"Besides, it's not that bad an idea, we need fresh air and we actually need the real feel of the sun on our bodies. We have been at this for days on end and it's crazy how we haven't lost our minds yet," Elodie said as she looked at their team.

This team had made the impossible possible and it was not one to be messed with, at last by now the realm knew that.

The battle of Sicario was one for the history books and it was so that it would forever haunt those who read the stories or even heard of them because of how gruesome it had become.

Of course, Malika had worked on the reports while Mbali and Zaniel had written of what had happened in the Sicario books, which were now available in the pack library. All of this was just an attempt for them to embrace their truth, or a part of it.

Perhaps if they started with what seemed impossible, they would be able to figure out what the world looked like for them and what they really needed to do this time.

"Amina and Trey are out of the Cezaevi. When their brothers died, the prison world that they had created crashed, taking with them the young boy. The two others survive and are in Sicario as we speak," Hudhayfah voiced and there was an ultimate silence.

Nothing had prepared them for this part of the truth, and it was like they were getting ambushed from all ends which wasn't as exciting as I would have been for the lot of them.

This wasn't the time for them to be bargaining with the impossible. This wasn't what they needed to deal with right now and honestly, it was already the most hectic of ideas.

"How long?" Mbali breathed lowly, like she was scared of what this would mean for her and Amina.

She knew what the situation was and part of her head to the goddess that Amina wouldn't take them all to hell with her, but at the same time, Mbali couldn't help but wish in silence that she could see Amina.

She was tired of the war and she wanted to be held, canoodled or whatever the fuck it was that she was yearning for from Amina.

It was a long thought but it was one that was keeping Jabali Lihle hoping so this mention of her erasthai being out there in the pack was the only thing she needed to regain her sanity.

"That doesn't matter. What matters is we do what we need to. The people of Greyson and Sicario need to know what happened. We need to bring the dome down and then see what happens next," Malika said as she looked at her sister.
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She knew this wasn't what Mbali wanted to hear but then the war still was not even over the fact that the war hadn't ended well for them. They should have won, and while they had managed to get the upper hand, they had lost.

It was a shame, because this wasn't how it was all supposed to be. Perhaps having Her in the dungeons was a win? Well, that could have been it, if he hadn't walked himself there.

"But Freya—" Mbali voiced as she looked at her sister.

She was desperate to know what would happen to Amina and Trey and she could tell that Hudhayfah was curious too. But then they had made a pact to fight together against all that was a threat to them.

So, when Malika interrupted her, Mbali didn't think too much of it, perhaps because she had expected that this would happen. Maybe in another world this would be able to make lives better, but until then they had to let themselves live in the moment.

Even if it hurt more than they could ever comprehend.

"We have been fighting for days, Lihle. We have been living in an endless nightmare these past few days and I know it hurts to know that your mate is in Sicario and hasn't shown up yet.

"It is not what we need right now. If it's any consolation, the Russels are strategists, they won't attack us right now when they are at their weakest. We can't go after them right now too, because we don't have the energy to deal with them.

"Let's bury our dead and mourn our fallen first, then we can always go back to the battlefield. The great war has been won, what is left is the final battles of the last war.

"We can always do that later, but until then, we need a break from the madness, little sister," Malika said reassuringly. She could see the bags under their eyes and she knew they were more than suffocated by being here.

They were frontline warriors and they had to be at their best, but if they were hurting like this, then there wasn't much they would be able to do.

Perhaps it was a terrible idea to open the dome because if they did, then it meant that the Russels would be able to escape. But then, like Malika had said, they had enough time in their eternal lifetimes to fight them and make things work.

Until then, they needed to rest.

"What if we are wrong, Malika? What if all of this just brings us more trouble in the end and we are not able to make it right the chaos? What will we do then? Will we pick up arms again? What will it be like for us?" Elodie asked.

She wasn't sure what life had in store for them and she was trying her very best to be positive about all of this, but then she just couldn't. Her sister was hurting and it was so complicated that she wouldn't even find someone to kill right now.

All of this was just a different hell.

"Then we will fight when that day comes," Malika reassured her.