Chapter 15: Her Limited Selective Patience

[AWUOR]

"Well, I wish her luck with me then," Awuor said with conviction and for a moment, Sherry looked at her, unsure of whether this was just another normal conversation again. However just like her frown had shown, so had it disappeared.

"Eat up, you need to be strong if you're gonna dress up in banana leaves and lead a normal life, aye," Sherry said and Awuor let out a laugh.

She had seen the woman frown at her tone and now they were suddenly besties. Anyway, she was hungry and she had been offered food, so who was she to refuse such a kind offer from a stranger who didn't even have to, right?

The rest of the meal was spent in silence despite the fact that Sherry had been a little chatty. Maybe that changed when she saw the scars on Awuor, and she was about to join the pity bandwagon, the one thing that Awuor hated more than anything else.

The food was tasty and Awuor relished it. She wanted to have more, but she knew where she stood with these people. To them she was a fascinating woman in the elf, one without a home and a woman who ended up being treated carefully. But that wasn't what she had wanted to be.

She wanted them to look at her like a person, but that was still a long way from tonight. When she was done, the reject stood up and watched as Sherry grabbed the shirt from the seat and handed it to her.

"Thank you," Awuor said, as she put the shirt on above her banana leaves.

She knew that she wasn't a visitor here and she didn't want them having any ideas. Of course, the banana leaves were super uncomfortable. But it was a good thing that it was nightime because she would sleep in her wolf form.

"Could you please show me to the feral dungeons?"

"Why?"

"Did you even try the lake? It looks like a mirror when the water is still; then with your presence near the lake, there's a high chance that the weather would never be calm enough for you to stare into, thanks to your annoying face that makes you worse than even the ugliest ferals here.

"Look at your hair, you look like you've been chopping wood with them. Considering there was no fire at your damned shelter, I'd assume you ate your hair since you couldn't f—" Adolf said as he stared Awuor down and this time, the reject growled. Like full-on alpha growl.

She hadn't let out her wolf in a while and even when she did, it was always on peaceful terms. Right now, this bastard was testing her patience.

She had accepted her fate as the reject but the fact that this measly beta was determined to rub it in her face was unacceptable, and maybe that was why Awuor walked towards Adolf who didn't even look the least bit scared of her.

She then held him by the collar, lifting the huge beta up, the distance between the ground and his feet pretty decent. She was pissed and a danger even to herself. Right now, she wanted the head of this beta, and if she hadn't been away from Sicario, she could have beheaded him.

"One more word about my banishment and stupid family and I can swear on everything you hold dear, consequences be damned, I'll rip you apart, piece by piece. And not even an intestine will be left of you.

"You can mock me all you want, but watch it. Even I have just so much patience, beta Adolf," Awuor said, her words coming out in growls as she swung the beta on the grass. She was really pissed. Nothing was okay.

Sherry was in shock because she had never seen a regular wolf try that shit with Adolf. It was so obvious that Awuor was an alpha wolf. No one with that much power would be just a regular wolf.

Sherry wanted to give Awuor a piece of her mind before the wolves gathered to see what the matter was, but before she would let out a word, Awuor crumbled suddenly on the ground. She was grabbing her stomach and clawing herself apart.

It was a shocker to the people around her and while Adolf tried to gain his composure and come to terms with the new reality that they had brought in an alpha, Awuor shifted into her huge white wolf, and sprinted off, her senses taking her in the direction of the ferals.

The blood trail she was leaving behind didn't matter to her, because she just needed everything to stop.

"Hmmph," Awuor whimpered as she used all the force she could muster, and threw herself in the feral dungeons, almost like she wanted her pain to be swallowed by the pain of the silver that these dungeons were coated with.