[GREYSON]
For hours, Rukiya and Hawi sparred, though as they continued their little fight, their wolves both got agitated and they ded up fighting for real this time. It was a mix of growls, and angry punches, most that could have easily killed a regular wolf.
However, these two wer't regular wolves.
Rukiya had be watching Hawi this whole time and while their wolves were fighting like cats and dogs, Rukiya could see that Hawi was trying her best not to let out her beasts. She could tell that Hawi was holding back a lot, and that worried her.
She may have be the Greyson alpha, one of the most powerful and one of the many alphas whose scratches were countable and had actual meanings, but right now she was battered and bruised.
Ruru looked like she had be invited to the devil's dinner and had managed to survive just because the devil himself had found that her life was worth holding on to. And yet ev in her state, Rukiya could tell that Hawi hadn't gone full on with her.
It made her pity anyone who was stupid ough to anger the brok girl who wasn't ev trying to fix herself.
"Hey.... Hey stop," Rukiya said wh she realized Hawi was beating herself up for everything once again.
It had tak her weeks to stabilize the woman and get her to trust her and right now, if Hawi wt back to that shell. There would never be a way out, at least not for Hawi anyway giv she had mastered the art of fighting herself.
It was rough and easy at the same time. It was like there was a pandora that Awuor Hawi wasn't ready to op and yet this same pandora had so much chaos it was tempting for the wolf to get out and just face it all on her own.
Over the weeks, Rukiya realized that it would take her a while to actually get Hawi to believe and understand that this wasn't a war she was fighting on her own.
It was something she was still working on, but with Hawi's desire to go to her brother's funeral, there were just so many things at stake.
Sure, their wounds had started healing, but goodness, they were covered in each other's blood like they had both be desperate for this release.
"I know that. I know you are the alpha of alphas, and I don't care about that or your damn position. What I give a shit about, is how you are doing.
"I want my woman back and if I have to go to Sicario and chop off some bastard Jeremiah's head to get it, th damn right, I will come along.
"Now you and me, we need to get a fucking shower because we look like sacrifices that escaped the stupid altar. Are you with me, Hawi?" Rukiya said as she pulled away from the hug, Hawi's platinum hair now covered in blood lingering on her face.
"I love you," Hawi whispered softly as she looked into Rukiya's eyes.
"And I you. But first, we need to get to the Sicario funeral, because we both know that if we get on with this, we will go on for days and we don't have that much time on our hands alright?
"Chin up baby, we have a man to kill and a pack to slaughter," Rukiya said before letting out a dark chuckle. Hawis' brutality was definitely rubbing off on her and it was scary. but perhaps that was also why they were the perfect match for each other, right?
"Let's go home, Ruru," Hawi said and Rukiya smiled heartily, ignoring the blood on her face and the mess they both were in.
Hand in hand, they walked back into Greyson, just like they had walked by earlier, only this time, they looked like shit. They looked like they had come from a slaughterhouse.
Anyone who met them made sure to make way for them, because as dangerous as they were and as responsible as they both were for the Greyson wolves, there was really no telling what they would do, if someone tried to fuck with them.
It was a giv and it was haunting as hell, but hey, that was the only thing keeping them sane right?
"Helloo... hi, people... You guys look healthy, be well. Hello," Hawi greeted awkwardly as she waved at the Greyson wolves who were staring at them and Sherry just sighed, while Adolf shrugged at the wolves as if to tell them that this was what he had to deal with every single day.