[AWUOR]
'Shit, Ruru was right?' Hawi asked herself as she looked at her father. This wasn't the way she had thought she would meet the senior alpha but goddamn, what the hell had just happened?
"Hey, are you even listening to us, Hawi?" Dom asked when he noticed that Hawi was just staring at her father with a blank face.
'He's never called me Hawi,' Hawi thought to herself as she turned to her brother, the realization dawning on her a little too hard, as her heart shattered to pieces.
Her real brother was dead, definitely murdered.
Whoever this was... was an impostor.
"Dammit, what the fuck happened to you?" Dom asked again and this time, Hawi heard him right. He had once again called her Hawi, instead of Awuor like he used to. Maybe Hawi was overthinking.
Besides, if her brother was dead, then she would have truly felt it. She would have felt the true rage that came with losing someone so close, just like the rage she had felt when her mother died.
"Maybe she finally realized that she isn't ever going to defeat us," Jer said with a dark chuckle, while Dom wasn't sure if that was truly the reason for the blank stare his sister was giving them.
Thinking back to the previous instances, Hawi could tell that it all happened. The man before her had clearly been in these dungeons for the longest time, occasionally being shown off to the public as some trophy.
Her father had changed when she left home and Hawi felt her heart shatter for the thousandth time. Her father had no power in Sicario. He was just another man who had happened to be unfortunate enough to be hated by Jer and Dom.
Her father never stood a chance against them. He suffered because of her because he had been protecting her and as Hawi watched her brother and her ex work together to make their father's life hard, Hawi swore to burn them all.
"How the fuck am I to know if this is not another magical illusion. Seems like you're so good at it, don't you think?" Hawi asked boredly as she looked at her brother. How the hell had Dom changed so much?
'Papa please—' Hawi asked again in the mind link and the alpha let out a cough, though it came out as a groan since he didn't exactly have a functioning tracheal in the first place.
However, that was enough for Hawi. At least her father was alive. His subconscious was active; now all Hawi needed to do was wait.
"You're asking a lot for someone far from home," Dom snickered.
"And you're breathing a little too fast, for someone who is supposed to be dead. Who knows, perhaps the magic I used on you is finally catching up, eh?" Hawi said knowing so well that it would fuck with him.
-official
She had known her brother so well and she knew it was easy to mess with Dom and make him believe that he was dying. There wasn't a creature in the realm that feared death like Dominic Sicario.
Perhaps that had also been the reason Hawi had come to her brother's funeral, to see for herself, because she knew her brother had to have been scared of death. She had come to send him off well and give him solace.
But now as it was, she should have just snapped his neck herself.
'I know you don't trust me, papa. I know you don't even believe that it's me. Hell if I wasn't the white wolf, I wouldn't have believed it too,' Hawi said in the link and her father looked up, this time, opening his eyes to his daughter for the first time in forever.
Oh, the relief Hawi felt was so immense.
He finally recognized her.
"You're crazy. You don't get a seat at the table," Jer said with a tone of finality.
"Then don't blame me if Malika starts acting bipolar..." Hawi tormented, knowing it would screw with Jer's mind.