The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

Awuor Hawi was unstable.

They had all known it going in.

They had seen her do things that many would have frowned upon and they had walked the crazy roads with her. Life had turned out to be some sick game for most and regardless of how things had gone, they had been determined to stay beside her.

They know what to do to keep her sane and what not to do. They had studied her and knew so well that it was needed when they had encountered her in one of her many states.

But with all that knowledge and mastery of the most broken girl in the realm, none had prepared them for what was happening right now. Not even her anger that had long dissipated into nothingness.

The cruelest of blank spaces was staring at them and boy was it a difficult thing to watch.

Or maybe they had just managed to ruin everything they all believed in, right? But did they even know that or was the universe just gambling with their fates like they would steal anything from each other?

"No," a defeated whimper was heard, a whimper so familiar and a whimper that on any other day, could have bright civilizations down. However, right now, it was the whimper of defeat, one whose entity was squashed and one that was so low.

"Hurry!!" there were voices, sounds, murmurs, whispers, calls perhaps. But it all sounded like they were fading in the distance. It was not like she had imagined this possible, but when she saw blurry bodies running back and forth, she wasn't sure what to make of this.

Instead, she let the darkness that was trying to consume her, to take her through and through. She felt the world let her in and take her out at the same time, and for the first time in forever, she was tired.

She didn't want to fight anymore. She didn't want to hold on. She simply didn't want to acre about what the fuck was happening around her, perhaps that was also why it was easy for her to embrace the darkness like that.

She should have tried to hold onto the light, to keep her eyes open, but she hadn't been able to. Well, maybe she could have and maybe she could have fought just a little harder than usual, but with all she had seen, she didn't want to anymore.

She didn't want to live.
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She didn't want to hold on.

And she didn't want to exist entirely.

She was sick of all of this and without thinking too much, she let herself drift into the darkness, a palace that was filled with her worst memories, with the light of her family dangling in between, as if to link her to her sanity.

But even if they succeeded in that, what was the point of it all then? Would it make her feel whole again? Would it make her heart want to fight for what she believed in, or was the goddess just simply the cruelest of deities to ever exist?

"What the hell just happened?" Jeremiah Warner, a man so confused in the middle of the chaos asked as he tried to think back to what had happened. He had no idea when it had gotten like this, or even when he had managed to make this great of a mess.

He wasn't sure whether it was midnight or the mood was just shining a little brighter on a night that was filled with nothing but emptiness.

Jeremiah looked around him, the body of his dead mother withering in the silent agony of the girl he had tried to appease, the girl he could have sworn was the reason he had tried to make things right.

He was supposed to give everyone a show, a recollection of what he had done that had broken the girl on the ground, but he wasn't there anymore. He didn't know what he needed to do, because this time, he felt like himself… Without any magic at all.

Jer felt great and that was the scariest part of it all. He felt like the weight on his shoulders had been reduced by a lot, not to mention the fact that he had managed to lose all that he cared for.

"What did I do?" Jer asked himself as he took in the sight before him.

He could see his dead father on the other side of where he was eased. His dear father, the man who had given him life, had lost it on the same day as his mate and in the hands of the son they should have kept safe and protected well.

Perhaps it was easy for Warner to let go because he didn't want to live an empty life. Or maybe he hoped that by leaving, his son wouldn't have to be burdened with the great price of the madness that had ensued.

Jeremiah was confused even then, because as he looked at himself white the Savasci knights ran around him and the broken wolf girl, he realized one thing that would forever scare the shit out of him.

Whatever has happened here… wasn't his doing.

He hadn't been the one to kill his father, and that meant that he had failed. But was it a failure when the man was dead already? Jer had tried his best to think, but everything was too chaotic.

He couldn't understand what was going on, so he sat there, eyes defeated as he watched them deal with his father's body, reducing it to pieces before they burnt it to ashes.

It was all happening so fast that Jer couldn't hear what the need for sudden hostility was.

"Oh goddess," Jer could swear he heard Mbali say softly as she looked at what was happening. She had just burned his father to ashes and reduced whatever was left of his mother to pieces that even the fates would never be able to work through.

He could see that Mbali had burnt their souls which meant that his father and mother would never be able to reincarnate, let alone be a part of the werewolf world in any capacity.

That was easily the worst punishment anyone would be given and yet they had left Jeremiah on the ground, as he struggled to gauge what kind of reality he was trapped in at the moment.

It was confusing, and Jer was certain that the world couldn't be as nice as he wanted to imagine.

And even if it was, it would never be as kind to him because whatever had happened here, had to have fucked up the Savasci knights so bad that thy were, all having tears in their eyes.

"Awuor…" Jer called out, his breath hitched as he watched the girl he was once mated to, lay on the ground unconscious. Her hands were covered in blood, probably from the shock of whatever the hell had happened, and it was not what he had imagined.

"What did I do?" Jer asked, the defeat obvious in his voice. He wasn't worried about himself this time. He wasn't worried about his parents never coming back until the end of time, no.

Right now, he was on a different side of the world, and it scared the hell out of him. Because for the first time, someone had managed to fully break the broken girl's heart to pieces that would probably never be fixed, ever.

"Rukiya??"