Chapter 13: The Uncivilized Call For Help

The Greyson pack was so beautiful, just like the rumors around the kingdom had spelled out. But with its beauty, came the daunting task to keep it safe. It was their home, and their safe haven and they had all vowed to keep it safe.

There were a reasonable number of warriors, not to mention their alpha was a powerful one. Everyone knew not to go against the Greyson alpha, and those who have tried, never even lived to tell tales, because tomorrow had remained part of their past.

The warriors at the Greyson gates looked at their friends who were caring for a woman who was almost naked. Instinctively, they looked down, as they had been trained by their parents from a young age.

A woman's nudity was never a tool for men's pleasure, and it was frowned upon, even when there were brothels in the pack. Then again, they only existed because there were a few rejected mates who always wanted to let out some steam.

"Good evening beta," the warriors at the gates greeted Adolf, who just smiled at them and greeted them back, before they walked in and the gates closed behind them.

Adolf looked at the woman his warriors were carrying and he knew for a fact he would be getting an earful from his very conservative mother.

Well, in his early defense, he had not known that they were going after a woman, let alone one who was crazy enough to wear banana leaves in the twenty-first century. Who even wore such attires in the times they levied in and with the technology in their hands?

Well the woman he hadn't even asked her name, was certainly that kind of a person.

"Tell the alpha, we got the package and that she can come and inspect," Adolf said and Awuor made the first sound since she had been carried by the warriors to this beautiful place.

"She??? You mean the Greyson pack's alpha is a woman? Goddess, damn. I love this pack already," Awuor said, startling the warriors and even Adolf himself. What was this woman on anyway, and how strong was she?

The substance Adolf had sprayed on her face was enough to knock a warrior wolf out for four hours, and the warriors were the strongest, so who was she or rather, what in the hell was she and why did their alpha want her here?

They knew nothing of her, but the more they heard her talk, the more they were sure she was unhinged. Well, maybe they weren't wrong. Staying in the wild for so long could have that effect on anyone.

"Alpha, shall we detain her?" one of the warriors asked and instead of Awuor being in shock like they had expected, the woman was still ecstatic about seeing Rukiya.

"Alpha Rukiya Greyson, a fitting name for a beautiful woman. Anyway, as much as I would really love flattering you by your beauty and personality which you already know about, tell me why the fuck you and your men interrupted my peace in the free lands.

"And while you're at it, let me know what's stopping me from challenging you and your position here and now," Awuor said, her tone going from the happy-go-lucky woman, to an overly pissed alpha wolf whose peace had just been messed with.

Alpha Rukiya looked at the woman before her, and she didn't have to ask, to know that this woman was an alpha wolf. That was explained by the shift when he crossed over to their lands, or rather when her men bought her here, but also by the power in her voice.

"Hello, I'm Alpha Rukiya of the Greyson pack, nice to meet you—" Rukiya trailed off, hoping that the woman before her could tell her her name, but Awuor was staring at her like she was some enemy she wanted to put an end to.

"You didn't answer my question, alpha Rukiya," Awuor said coldly and Rukiya figured it wasn't really the time for pleasantries. She had been watching this woman for all those months and there was something intriguing about her.

Rukiya wanted to know why an alpha was away from her home and what she was doing out there without even bothering to create a pack, but now that she heard the words from Awuor's mouth, she was convinced that this woman didn't want a pack.

She had the power to create one and even transform rogues, not to mention lay a claim to the free lands, but she hadn't done that yet. There was something stopping her, and Rukiya would find that out. Until then, this woman was her guest.

"Escort her to one of the guestrooms, and get her decent clothes. Make sure not to dispose of what she's wearing right now," Rukiya said to her warriors, before telling Awuor, "we'll talk tomorrow, goodnight."

And with that, Rukiya left, not waiting to hear Awuor's possible profanities.