[AWUOR]
"I'll wait for you."
"Liarrrr!!!" Awuor cried out in her sleep, instantly waking up. The voice of her mate making an impossible promise upset pissed her off and if she had the power, she would go back home and teach him a lesson in ways that he deserved. She would make him pay for breaking a promise.
"If you're seen anywhere near the packlands, the warriors have the authority to kill you, and if you create a pack, we will kill them as retaliation for the murder of my luna and mate," Alpha Sicario had said ever so coldly, to the child who had done more than bring peace to their home.
Funny how she had suddenly turned into a traitor.
Awuor could hear the voices of her father and her family. The shouts and the anger. Their voices, all of them cursing at her, making her out to be the bad guy in a story whose beginning she hadn't even known of.
"Leave me alone, please," the reject cried out silently.
She was tired of it all. She wanted to make them stop. She wanted to mute the voices in her head, but the longer she tried, the longer she heard them. She was alone for the first time in her life and frankly, she didn't know what she needed to do.
Was she supposed to stay here till she grew old and gray?
Was she supposed to run away and look for a better life somewhere else?
Her father had told her not to create a pack, which only meant she would be a lone wolf.
Looking around her, Awuor realized it was almost morning, at least her nightmares would take a break and she would breathe some fresh air. She needed it ever so desperately, not to mention just how hungry she was.
'A few more hours to dawn,' Awuor said to herself as she tried to get back to sleep, but she couldn't. Defeatedly, she reminded herself that she didn't have to wake up so early for the training anymore.
Confident with her tracing skills, the alpha changed into her human form, before undressing and diving into the lake. The feel of water on her body made her feel like this was her little heaven.
Granted, her clothes were tattered, not to mention the crown she had been walking with since she had woken up, but she would take life slowly.
One at a time.
While she took a bath in the lake, she also used that opportunity to clean her regal wear. She couldn't walk around in tattered clothes, but it would be disappointing to walk around in bloodied clothes.
Carefully she cleaned up and watched her clothes dry while in her wolf form. The sun was barely up, so she had more time to do what she needed to, like burying the damned crown. As much as she loved wearing it, this wasn't the place or time for her to have it on.
Anyone who saw the crown would think of her as a royal, which she was, but she didn't want trouble with anyone. She also made a point to keep her clothes at a safe distance while she worked around getting herself a meaningful and realistic shelter.
She couldn't just lay anywhere and wake up like an animal, which she was, but at least she was human too. And so it was that the rejected alpha spent her first day building herself a shelter in the forest, mending her clothes, and even during the bloody crown.
She hadn't cleaned her crown, no. Instead, she had used a piece of her clothes and wrapped the crown in it before digging a hole under one of the trees next to the lake. It was the easiest place for her to come find it when the time was right.
Until then, she would just be a normal girl.
Her once long hair was clawed apart, making the woman transform from an alpha to some sort of a knock-off Cinderella. She looked terrible with such hair, but that's what she needed to survive.
Besides, the mud she had intentionally rubbed on her hair was going to help mask her scent for a while. No one has to know that she was a werewolf alpha, much less, one of the Sicario alphas. Instead, she made the hardest choice anyone could ever make.
For her to survive, she would live like a bandit, scarring wolves and other creatures alike. She would make it hard for people to cross her, and if possible she would be the girl in the woods, the one person the people were worried about meeting.
As she thought about it, Alpha Awuor thought she was going insane, but maybe she really was going insane. After all, this was the cost of losing her mother at such a young age.