Chapter 83: Paralysed By Fear

[AWUOR]

"Perfect, let's get back to the fight, shall we?" Hawi said the Clarksons had no other options other than facepalm as they watched the two. They were both warriors who knew when to quit and yet right now, they had made a deal.

"Do you guys really have to? I mean you have introduced yourselves and for the looks of it, you will be working together, so why don't we break this up and let Hawi get some rest before she falls on her back?" Luna Amara said and Hawi pouted at her.

Granted, she could feel her stomach clawing for food, but she was certain she could go another round with Mbali, and win. It was a given on her end, because she had never lost the battle, ever, but would it really feel the same?

"I can still go on. Besides, how else will he know that I am good at my work when he fights like a woman I once shared the battlefield with?" Hawi whined and Mbali looked at her curiously. Was this woman by any chance assuming that Mbali was a female warrior?

"Female warrior? That's quite the assumption, alpha Awuor," Alpha Clarkson asked.

Hawi looked at the alpha, and then at the whole team almost like she was trying to tell them that she may have been dumb, but not that kind of dumb not to know the one warrior that had promised to fight her to the death if ever their sides crossed once again.

Granted the Clarkson pack wasn't it for them, but maybe they would create a new pact, right?

"It's nice to see you can still hold your first as usual, Warrior Jabali Lihle. If you wanted not to be known by me, you should have changed a few tactics, and yet you did everything that you always do.

"Such a predictable warrior," Hawi said and Lihle figured that it was pointless hiding behind her mask again.

She had been waiting for the day she would see Hawi again and frankly, this pack had never crossed both of their minds then again, as it was, fate played different cards for them and now they would have to either side with each other, or part ways.

"Of course, only you can remember the tiniest detail about anyone. Nice seeing you here, Alpha Awuor. Mind sharing your blood to heal me fast?" Lihle asked and Hawi gladly slit her wrist and let Lihle drink from it.

It was the fastest way for them to heal, especially since Hawi had learned a lot about her healing powers over the years. Maybe she was a gifted werewolf, but then things were slowly making sense to her.

She still had questions though, and wanted to know why the hell the strongest female warrior to ever exist was here at the weakest pack.

Sure, Hawi knew that this pack wasn't as weak as everyone imagined, but that didn't answer the question of why Alpha Clarkson needed Warrior Lihle of all the warriors in the realm. What was the alpha planning or rather, who was he hiding from?

Hawi wondered whether the door had ever been opened in a while and the more she walked into the house, the more answers she got, and yet at the same time, the more fearful she got. She had never seen anything like this and she didn't know what to do.

There were paintings on the walls, beautiful paintings, and if it had just been that, Hawi would have been satisfied.

She had fought long and hard to survive all these years and yet when the lights flickered on, Hawi finally confirmed that her werewolf vision hadn't fucked up her sight.

She hadn't been hallucinating all this while and that left her with even more worries than she could ever voice out.

She was scared, and Awuor Hawi was never scared.

"Come along, we still have more to look at," Lihle said, as she turned to Hawi, only to see a shocked and shaking Awuor Hawi. She was trembling and her white hair was slowly turning a tad darker, something that happened when she was scared shitless.

"Malika, help me," Hawi managed out, before her vision got blurry and her breathing got heavier.

She could feel her heartbeats in her ears, and her throat drying up. Her mind was whirring with so many scenarios as she tried to force herself to breathe, but then all she could see was darkness.

"Malika, please," Hawi called out again and this time there was nothing.

She was met with absolute silence, something that never happened, not with Malika. Maybe the protector was busy, but couldn't she even send out a signal to Hawi to tell her that she was coming or explain whatever the fuck was going on?

As her breaths slowed, Hawi could only think of one other person who would come if ever she called for help. And so as a gamble, she sought out the woman she loved but would never admit to, in the hope that she would come.

But even Rukiya Greyson didn't make a show.

"Fuck me," Hawi said humorlessly as she watched her world get blurry and everything stopped making sense.

Defeated, Hawi watched as Lihle's mouth kept opening and closing, the words from her mouth coming off as grunts more than clear statements. Lihle began fading slowly as the darkness consumed Hawi, and she let it this time.

She had never thought that she would ever have her panic and anxiety attacks at the same time again, and this time, in her terror, Hawi gave in to the darkness, because it was the only other place better than the room she had walked into.

Maybe she would be okay, but would she, really?