Chapter 52: You'll Never Walk Alone

*Hi! It's me again lol. Sorry for not updating in a while, but now that I'm back, the schedule will be followed. Thank you for loving Awuor, enjoy!

[AWUOR]

"I still think we should have gone a little farther than this," Malika complained for the hundredth time as they finalized their settlement. They were currently in a shelter that was a little too close to the camp Rukiya had set up.

Everyone knew the Greyson alpha was bad news, and yet as Awuor smiled at Malika knowingly in the midday, like it was going to undo all the fatigue they had, she knew she wouldn't have it any other way.

Malika didn't want the alpha to be in danger because of the Greyson troops, but the woman she was dealing with was a stubborn mule who wasn't even scared of death itself.

"Relax Malika, it's not like they will even know we're here," Awuor said excitedly, like she didn't just come back to the one place that witnessed her worst of days.

After the rejection by her mate, Awuor had changed a lot and it even scared Malika. It was almost like she was working towards one mission and one mission only. Vengeance for her mother's death.

Somewhere along the way, her desire to fight for her mother's justice had faded in the distance, and she wasn't even interested in trying to salvage her bonds.

Justice was a thing of the past, considering Awuor had been banished by her father, rejected by her mate, betrayed by her brother and best friend, not to mention, ignored by her people. She had nothing left to gain and lose and she was going to do whatever it took to get her vengeance.

It didn't matter who she would have to cross off, and if Rukiya Gretyson was going to be thrown in her way, then Awuor Hawi would simply eliminate the woman. After all, Hawi was done thinking of other people.

"Fine then. Now that we are almost done with setting everything up, what else?" Malika asked even though a part of her knew that she wouldn't like the answer Awuor Hawi had for her. But then again, as the woman's protector, Malika had to make sure she was always available whenever Awuor needed her.

"We say hello to Rukiya," Awuor said and Malika choked on air. Surely this woman couldn't be serious, yeah? They had just got here, not to mention her disguise was slowly fading away.

"The Greyson alpha has no reason whatsoever to leave her territory and come to this place of all the places. This is the most unguarded spot and everyone knows it will be difficult to process anything that happens in the far lands.

"And yet even then she still showed up," Awuor said to Malika who watched her like she had some interesting piece of art. Of course she was, but Awuor didn't want to think for herself as a special woman.

She was going to fight and fight for her mother's vengeance. After that, she would probably leave the wolf lands and go with Malika back to Olyana.

"I think you're being more rational," Malika said an hour later when they were finally done with everything and had even prepared their sleeping rags.

They had made everything ready so that when they came back from begging they could just get into bed and get some rest while they prepared for their attack on Sicario.

It wasn't the perfect or even ideal place for an alpha with Awuor's stature, but then it wasn't like they had so much to work with. Besides, they were here to kill ruthlessly, break bones, and ruin more lives that had taken the one life that mattered to Awuor, and not get comfortable and kiss ass.

"I have to be Malika. The people I'm after aren't just my family, but people who know me best. If I am to stand a chance against them, I'll need to be more careful with them. I have trained with them, and they know my strengths and weaknesses.

"I do hope though, that me being the white wolf could give me an advantage over them. And if that doesn't happen, then I will have to train a little harder and find new techniques. I have to be more careful," Awuor said honestly, shocking even Malika.

They had been walking for a while now, and could see Rukiya's camp in the distance. However, unlike earlier, they could see that the soldiers had gone and from the heartbeats, Awuor could only hear five heartbeats.

Two sounded scared and were beating a little too fast, while the other three were relaxed like they were having some sort of little party or interrogation.

"You have me, Hawi. Always," Malika said as she gently pat Awuors back in reassurance. The road ahead was tough, but at least taught, they stood a chance against the people they were after.

After all, the only way anyone would be able to get to Hawi was if they went through Malika first, and that woman was cold, cruel, and wild as fuck, not to mention a woman who didn't mind spilling blood for the white wolf assigned to her.

All Hawi had to do was simply ask and Malika would do the dirty work for her.