The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

[HAWI]

For three months, there was no activity in Sicario. The Savasci knights took turns to take care of Rukiya's body, even though to Hawi, it was a privilege for them to be looking after her girl.

She was still convinced that Rukiya Greyson was alive and hibernating, and frankly, her friend had given up on telling her otherwise. They had seen her break down one too many times in secret as she tried to live with the reality of Rukiya not being around her.

The pack was beautiful and the knights were just trying to make the best of their lives.

Hawi never came out of her room, the same place that her mate was. She always stared at Rukiya, occasionally losing time and sleep over the fact that her best friend and the love of her life was gone.

The Savasci knights could hear her talk to Rukiya, like Ruru was alive and well. They knew how hard this was for her and they could feel the absence taking a toll on them as well.

Life was meaningless for them, and it hurt to be stuck in the empty cycle. They didn't know what they needed to do, because their commander was out of touch with reality.

On normal days, the Savasci knights would spend their time under the moon trying to think of the possibilities, but on other days, they walked around the pack, hoping to find something, or anything that could give them peace.

The Sicario dome was down and all the borders were unmanned and yet even then, no one had ever been dumb enough to try and attack Sicario, the self-sufficient pack.

It was almost like they were all living in a time of peace, one where they never had to worry about anything hurting them or someone attacking them.

It was a quiet period for them, but deep down, they could smell a storm coming, the kind that wouldn't warrant the wars that they were used to, but the storm that would possibly determine the course of their lives.

They were warriors without a direction, warriors who were hoping that someday their chief would wake up and give them a command, but that command never came, because three months later, life was still as boring as it always had been since the night of the war.

"Someone's coming!" Rio shouted in the distance as he rushed toward the pack house where the rest of the knights were trying to live in their misery. It was like they didn't have anything to hold onto, or perhaps it was because that was the truth for a while now.

"Three horsemen are headed in the direction of Sicario!" Rio shouted once again, though a part of him knew that the knights wouldn't do shit about it. They had been deactivated for the longest time, and given how dangerous they were no one had tried to come at them.

Perhaps this was just another day for them to be in their shells and watch as the world wounded them trying to live through the chaos of what had happened with the last war they had fought.

Or maybe just this once, they would work up and look in the direction of the people coming at them, in the hope that they would fight a better war, no?

Well, that was a hard call, because even as Rio spoke the words that would have usually gotten them on high alert, the Savasci knights just stared into the distance, boredom written over their soulless faces, like they truly didn't have anything to live for.

The nine of them had been through hell together, and it was obvious they hadn't healed and wouldn't heal for quite some time. but was that something that could have them twitching and grasping onto popsicle straws around them?

"Let them come," Mbali said as she tossed on the couch on the veranda like there was nothing that could scare them anymore.

Frankly, they weren't worried about anything.

The woman they had fought for, was still cooped up in her suite and they didn't have a reason to work up and go to war either way. Right now, the pack was as pretty as it could ever be, given the war had ended and shit had happened.

They had spared along the way, but two months into their sparring, they lost the conviction to fight. Perhaps that was also why despite the three horsemen getting into Sicario and heading for the pack house they just sat there, bored to the core.

They didn't even seem disturbed by the possibility that they were under attack. Or maybe it was because they had lost Rukiya and the spark that had been in their lives for the longest time. It was all a nasty boring routine for them.

Even though some of them were mates, life didn't seem to matter as much, because they had lived and learned together for quite some time, and at the moment it just didn't seem to be worth it.

"What if they are after us?" Adolf asked as he sneezed. He'd been having a cold and desired the fact that there was enough magic in the pack to heal him and friends who volunteered to help him with his cold, Adolf had insisted on staying like that.

He didn't feel like getting better and Zaniel could only hope that his mate would be okay. Well, that was a long call for them because this was the only home they knew and they were depressed as fuck.

What the hell was life supposed to look like when they had lost more than they could ever bargain?

"We have nothing left to lose, Adolf. We have nothing to live for anymore. If they want to share in our heartbreak, then the least we can do is let them see for themselves. The pain we are feeling won't go away because we pushed people away.

"We are in, to the deep end and it hurts like crazy. I document anything that could hurt more than we are hurting right now," Mbali said earnestly as she watched the horsemen come to a halt right in front of them.
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They didn't seem bothered by the presence of the three strangers who were heavily armed. It was like they truly were never going to be in the mood for a war again.

However, deep down, they knew they could ruin the three men with just a flicker of their hands, if they wanted to, but was that what they were looking for right now?

Was it a war after just the one that had managed to fuck up the team and turn them into depressed little shits instead of the magnificent warriors, they had all been for the longest time and perhaps their entire lives?

Oh, but it was a hard call, but maybe there was hope for them this time.

"We really have fallen so far," Hudhayfah sighed as he looked at the horsemen get off their horses.

They looked like they could scare the hell out of ordinary people and even some powerful people in the realm, but then only an insane person would try and draw their weapons at the bunch of depressed fucks on the pack house veranda.

Hopefully, the horsemen didn't come with their wishes of death, because this time, even mercy would be the goddess's loud cry, and the Savasci knights wouldn't bother paying heed.

After all, they had been crying to the goddess for answers on why Rukiya had done what she had done, and none of them had gotten a response yet.

"We come in peace," one of the horsemen declared and the Savasci knights stared at them with bored faces as if they weren't in the mood for day visitors. Frankly, they just didn't care about what anyone wanted right now.

"May we please speak to your leader," the horseman said, his hand on his waist, fingers grabbing his sheath like he was ready to wield a weapon against them. Then again, they knew it was for their own protection. They were clearly not dumb enough to try shit with the Savasci knights. But was that enough conflation for them or was it just the part of shit that they tried to make sense of?

"She's dead. You can go away now. Goodbye, and we hope to see you never," Elodie said, her voice cold and empty, you would think that she meant every word she said. Well, they didn't have anything left to hold onto this time, right?

"We're here from Olyana," another horseman said, hoping that the wild knights would say anything or give them a reaction, but there was none.

Olyana, the land that had acne was like a dream for them; the land that had all their people, was nothing but a farfetched reality for them. Olyana was the remainder of the war they had won and yet lost in the worst of ways at the same time.

It was the cruel reminder that life was not worth living and yet at the same time, there were people they had to keep fighting for because life was not all that bad. Olyana was the damned balance in the realm and they were not ready to embrace that.

They were not sure what life and love would mean for them if they made it out of Sicario and their great depression. They had been so used to this pain that they didn't know what to do without it.

And Olyana was the one place that would have them living lives that had no pain. That in itself hurt more than the fact that they were hurting so terribly at the moment.

"Slice your throat and shut up," Hawi's voice came through and the horseman who was talking did as he was told, his body falling to the ground with a thud, snapping the Savasci knights back to reality.