Open The Gates, Warrior
[AWUOR]
Listening to Razia should have given her some kind of comfort, but instead, when the luna was finished, Awuor decided she had had enough, so she got up.
Everyone in the near-empty room was curious to know what the banished white wolf was planning to do, but how could they, when even she wasn't sure what she needed to do?
Knowing that her mother had known about her brother's plans made Awuor want to rush back into Sicario and give Dominic Sicario a beating. She would simply force him into submission for ten years and that shit messed people up.
She hated what was happening and wanted to go home and explain to her father that this time she didn't go crazy. This time it wasn't her fault and that she even had a witness. But that was too risky.
'At least she got her mother,' Awuor thought as she looked at Rukiya who was just watching her curiously. They all were, but did that even matter?
"I have to go. Thank you, luna Razia for clearing things up, but as you might already know, my father banished me, and made me into an alpha without a land. Me being in Grayson for this long has possibly alerted them and they could be planning to come here.
"So I'll leave peacefully and none of you will follow me," Awuor said sternly before adding, "Thank you also for the clothes, I'll make sure to wash them at the lake when I craft better banana leaves. I'll bring them back or drop them at the Greyson gates."
"But Awuor—" Razia tried. She didn't want the child out there and alone. Sure, she was an alpha and could protect herself, but what if her attackers came with a weapon that would defeat her, would she just give in to the battle?
Razia's heart was breaking for her best friend's daughter. She wished there was more that she could do, but it was all on Awuor now.
"No, luna Razia. My mother is dead because of me. I need to figure that out, I need to make myself understand why all that had to happen and I need to do it alone. I appreciate you coming forward and your daughter seeking me out, but advise Rukiya that what she did was dangerous.
"I am a near-feral alpha. I can kill and get no consequences for it. So the next time you wanna come to my door and talk to me, you better not have stupid ass masks, and a gas release that does nothing to the white wolf.
"I'll take my leave now," Awuor said and while Rukiya was still insistent on stopping her, they all understood her. It wasn't every day that any of them was told of a murder plot that somehow ended up successful.
Walking out of the Greyson pack house, Awuor felt like she was doing the cursed walk. She had nothing to fight for anymore. She was angry and wanted to kill things but she didn't want to let out her anger here.
She didn't want to bring unnecessary attention to this pack. The thought of her mother sacrificing herself for her, was fucking with her mind, and Awuor wanted to rush back home. She knew they would probably kill her, but that didn't matter.
So with her rationality locked off, the Sicario alpha walked out of Greyson, smelling like the Greyson wolves. The clothes she had on, had the scent of Rukiya, just the perfect bait for her stupid mate who had been fucking people every night.
Goddess, she hated everyone at home.
"Are we just letting her leave? After what we have all heard? What if she gets hurt?" Adolf asked and he could have sworn he heard Awuor scoff right before she crossed the Greyson gates.
"She is an alpha and has people to take care of Adolf. We tried our best but we need to let her decide on her own," Alpha Rukiya said while Luna Razia just nodded.
Her daughter was right. It was impossible to expect awuor to be okay and just let shit be after what had happened. At the moment, the woman was pissed and was probably going to let her anger out, right?
Away from Greyson, Awuor was determined to walk back to Sicario. She knew it was a crazy idea to go back home.
She was painfully aware that they would try to kill her on sight, but then again, if they killed her, they would all feel the pain, after all, she was still the rightful Sicario alpha and had power over all the wolves in the pack, her father included.
The fact that she had let her father banish her didn't mean she was powerless to not overturn that, but she let him, because she wanted to think. She needed to get her mind in order and there was just no way that could have happened if she was still in Scario.
'I'm just going to visit mother,' Awuor said to herself as she crossed the free lands and headed in the direction of home. This time, she opened the mind links to hear what was happening in her home but there was nothing significant. Well, she wasn't going to shut them down anyway.
An agonizing hour later, Alpha Awuor Sicario had reached the Sicario gates, and boy did she look like shit. Her hair was still as dirty as she had worked up. Her hands looked terrible. Now that she studied herself she couldn't blame anyone who thought of her as a maniac.
Eight months away from home had turned her into this, and while she wasn't here to stay, she wished she had at least taken a bath or even her damned crown.
'It was a bloody crown,' Awuor consoled herself when she felt her head lighten up.
Goodness, what the hell was she ever supposed to say as she walked back in? Would they even let her through the gates? Of course, they wouldn't, but as the reigning alpha, she could just command them to open the damn gates.
The warriors at the gates watched curiously as the banished alpha neared the gates. They were conflicted, considering she was still their alpha.
Some of them wanted to get up from their posts and go home, but they couldn't. It was against the damned pack rules, so they wanted to see whether the alpha would force her way in or be as civilized.
She could hear their thoughts and worries.
She could sense their fear and boy did it make her feel like an ultra villain, the perfect mix.
She wasn't here for peace.
She wasn't at the gates of Sicario because she wanted forgiveness.
She was there because she wanted to see her mother, and more than anything because she was yearning to see the faces that her brother and her useless mate would wear when they heard she was back.
"She's crazy," the warriors at the gates said when Awuor stopped and stared at them like she was thinking of the easiest ways to eliminate them. She was here for peace, but was she?
"Open the gates, warrior."