Quite The Good Morning, Grealor

[TAMIKO]

The morning was dull in Grealor, with the wolves having to face the cruel truth that they now had a crippled former alpha. There was rage and anger, but more than anything, there was confusion. 

None of them had been able to comprehend that in the past twenty-four hours, they had lost the beta, the luna and the alpha was in such a state that the deities would have to be cruel to let him survive the ordeal. Everywhere was tears on tears. 

Then again, where were the tears when Tamiko was forced to live like an outcast? Where was the pity when the young Lycan suffered in their hands? Where was the pity when all there was to the broken prince was pain?

The Grealor wolves had been expecting Tamiko to leave Grealor, now that he had broken their hearts tenfold. But when they saw Tamiko walking towards the pack house, hand in hand with Igor Konstantin, they knew he wasn't leaving anytime soon,

There was a smirk on the young Lycan's face, one that reminded them of what they had thought of him as. They weren't sure if they were supposed to smile or run from Tamiko, given how dangerous the kid was.

It was a time of recollection for the wolves, but Tamiko didn't give a shit about it. They could all choke on their own blood for all he cared, because this time, he was not going to leave, not until he got what he wanted and that was the destruction of Grealor.

"Where do you think you are going?" Zakhar said to Tamiko when he reached the pack house. The entire Grealor was in mourning because of Tamiko and it took everything in Zakhar not to fight the Lycan.

"Be nice on such a beautiful morning, Zakhar. It's not my fault your alphas chose to do questionable things. We are here to give our condolences," Tamiko said before he let out a snicker. He loved this.

Zakhar looked at the young Lycan, wondering if there was any humanity in the Lycan. He was hoping that maybe, Tamiko would leave and let them mourn, but then when they had brought down Tamiko's shelter and ruined it, they didn't care.

They never cared that the young Lycan was without shelter or even that he would probably die from the cold. They didn't care how harsh the winds would be in the night, especially with how they had slit his wrists.

"Condolences? Some nerve you got, when you are the reason we are all thrown into mourning," Judd said and Tamiko shrugged like it was the most normal thing for him to do with these people. They couldn't be serious with their expectations, no?

"Isn't that what visitors are supposed to do?" Kosta said as he looked at Judd with a blank face. This duo already knew not to mess with Tamiko and with Kosta here, they couldn't do anything.

"What?" Judd asked, confused.

"The Lycan king sends his condolences on whatever the fuck happened here. But we have other pressing matters to attend to. So, if you could please point us in the direction of your alpha's office, Warrior Zakhar, we would appreciate it," a familiar voice interrupted.

"Huh?" Zakhar asked, the surprise evident on his face. But then this time, he wasn't alone. Tamiko and Kosta were surprised too. They weren't expecting the man here, but then the more, the merrier, right?

"Sadako Uncle?" Tamiko voiced and the wolves facepalmed. This day wasn't going to be any better for them and they were slowly coming to terms with that. The cruel enforcer had made it to Grealor in the middle of a mess by one of their own.

"Sire," Igor greeted as he bowed before the Lycan enforcer. He knew that it was a matter of time before Lord Sadako came to Grealor, but he never thought it would be this early. Perhaps there was something that they really needed, right?

"You both look fine, thank goodness, because I was about to cut off some heads here," Lord Sadako said as he hugged both Kosta and Tamiko at the same time, an act that got Kosta confused as fuck.

In all his time as the Lycan Chief and even the bounty hunter of the realm, there had never been a day when he had been hugged by Lord Sadako. It felt strange and almost like this was an illusion, which was what it seemed like, but Kosta didn't ask any questions. 

Whatever it was that had gotten the Lycan enforcer on this side had to be very important and they were waiting to hear what it was all about. Perhaps it was about the king, again? Or maybe something that happened in Kawai?

"Take me to your alpha," Lord Sadako said to Zakhar and Judd who were staring with wide jaws. Whatever it was that was going on here was beyond them because they couldn't comprehend it too.

The little sign of affection to the two Lycans, from the enforcer, was a reminder to the werewolves of Grealor that these two were protected by Kawai, and that screamed death and danger from them so much as did something stupid with the Lycans.

"Yes, Sire," Zakhar said as he left the way to the alpha's office, where Gabriel currently was. The young alpha looked defeated and distraught, not to mention mad at the world and everything that related to Tamiko.

So, when he caught a whiff of Tamiko's potent scent that he had fucked him up for weeks, Gabriel Grealor lost his patience. He threw his vase at the open door in the hope that it would hit Tamiko. He knew it wouldn't, but it was worth the try, right?

"That's no way to treat a Lycan enforcer, Grealor," Lord Sadako said, clearly unimpressed with Gabe's little show, especially now that he was the one holding the vase in his hands. Maybe the young werewolf needed a lesson on stability and truths, right?

"My apologies, your highness. I was testing out its resilience," Gabe said with a straight face as he got up to apologize to the Lycan enforcer. Tamiko on the other hand let out a knowing snort. He knew what this was and he was loving it.

"Careful, Gabriel. You might make more enemies than you already have in Grealor, hmm? We wouldn't want the wolves feeling the pressure of things that they could be saved from," Tamiko wanted and Gabe gritted his teeth at his mate before he smiled stiffly at Lord Sadako.

"What brings you this early to Grealor, your highness?" Gabriel asked and Lord Sadako looked at the young werewolf. 

He could tell that his nephew had to have done something to rile the young wolf up, but that was between the kids and he wasn't going to come between them. Perhaps it was the kind of torture that he would let Tamiko execute, right? 

Well, Tamiko was glad for that because Grealor was his to ruin and he didn't need anyone's hand in it, not unless he sought the help himself.

"We brought you our prisoner back, and Grealor hasn't written a formal explanation on why the hell one of our Lycans was dead on your borders. Have you found the real culprit? Because the last time I was here, you told me that Tamiko didn't do it. 

"So, I ask again, who the fuck killed my warrior?" Lord Sadako asked and the only thing Tamiko could let out was a faint "Shit."