[RUKIYA]
Hearing her mother's words didn't stop her. Instead, Rukiya came back to the pack a little after dusk. Her people had been looking for her, but were unable to reach her.
They wanted to wake Hawi but the woman was sleeping and none of them had the courage to go to Rukiya's chambers to wake up her sleeping mate. It was all happening so fast, but when they saw their Alpha back home, the wolves relaxed.
"I think you should go for a run more often, Alpha. You have a pretty little streak of white on your hair. It's really beautiful," Sherry said when Rukiya went to the kitchen to look for food for Hawi.
She may have been hungry herself, but her mate had not eaten. She didn't care if Hawi was still sleeping, she would wake her up and make sure that the wolf girl had her meal of the day.
"Come on Sherry. Let the girl catch her breath. She has been to war and just came from her run. I doubt she wants to talk about her hair slowly running white or that it might be because of her crazies.
"Who knows... Maybe the little streak showed up because of all the stress," Hudhayfah said and Sherry stared at him accusingly.
Rukiya was already used to Hudhayfah and Sherry bickering whenever Adolf was away so this wasn't even surprising to her.
Hudhayfah looked at her worriedly, wondering if there was anything the girl needed, but from the looks of everything, Rukiya was still trying to sort shit out on her own.
Her life was rapidly changing and she would soon find her central point; however, at this point, it was more than obvious that her entire life revolved around Hawi. Perhaps it wasn't so bad, right?
"It's not my fault she does a lot at once!" Sherry said.
Rukiya had the pleasure of watching her favorite people bicker in the kitchen as usual. This reminded her of the times when they would flood the kitchen because everyone wanted Sherry's food and they couldn't handle the demands from the Greyson wolves.
Those were the days when Rukiya felt normal, when life was peaceful.
Sherry and Hudhayfah had played a key role in helping her get up when her father died. Her mother's absence had been felt, but with these two people, it was almost like she had a complete and functional family.
Her best friend was out on a ten-day mission and her healer was trying to distance people from focusing on the mess that Greyson was in, not to mention the fact that she had led her army against Sicario, and won, but was still expecting a retaliation.
"Why do I always have to be the strong one?" Rukiya cried out in silence as she slid down the wall and hugged her knees, while she rested her head on her knees. She was sick of everything, really.
Each day there was always going to be something and it was all taking a toll on her. She was tempted to make a run for it, but she couldn't, because if she left, then her people would be vulnerable.
They would feel abandoned, and if they ever found out about what Razia had done to Alpha Draffin, it would break them.
Once again, the young Greyson was looking out for everyone. She was choosing everyone over herself, even though it was breaking her heart. Maybe, just maybe the universe would be kinder to her.
She deserved to be loved without conditions too, right? She deserved to be hugged and protected, without having to live in fear of losing everything she held dear. Then again, as usual, it is just her on her own.
She had hoped that maybe having Hawi close would keep her sane and keep her distracted from the pains that came with being the Greyson Alpha, but now she was alone, again.
"You there?" a voice called out from outside her door and Rukiya sighed defeatedly.
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Duty was probably calling again, and she had to be the good responsible alpha, and respond. Everything was wrong with her life and it was ruining her along with everything she had.
She was losing her focus and as she furiously wiped her tears with her shirt, she wished that she was just a normal wolf.
Maybe she would have this much pressure right?
Rukiya then got up, once she was sure her face was not as red. She then intentionally spilled some of the tea that was on the breakfast table on her shirt, to explain her stains. She then straightened up and went to open the door.
"Yeah, what's up?"