[JER]
War.
It was supposed to be something that people stayed away from and yet in the past month, that was what the Sicarios had been forced to look forward to. It was almost like there was nothing better from a pack that had been branded best.
The death of their Luna was a hard hit on them, and the entire Sicario had shown up for the cremation process. They had been there for the girl they had adored and the girl they had failed to save.
They had been there to say their final goodbyes and make one last promise to their Luna. The promise of restoring Sicario to what it would have been long before the war had even begun.
If Sicario had been in a good state earlier, then no one would have been able to get to the luna and much less, cause her so much pain. The fact that their Luna had been dead for long without them knowing had broken them.
They were once the strongest pack in the realm and yet they had been reduced to a mess. This was embarrassing; however, they had made their Luna a promise. It didn't matter what Alpha sat on the Sicario throne, as long as everyone in Sicario was safe and loved.
It didn't matter how long it would take. The only thing that mattered was that their home was back to being the home it once was. A pack so undefeated by many and one that people would be proud to call home.
"Hello, Sicario. I know you hate me, but at this point, I frankly don't give a shit what you think of me. As long as I am the commander in chief of the Sicario army, we will avenge our luna and make Sicario great again.
"I know you have questions about what is happening, given you have felt the impact of the magical fire wards around Sicario. It is something that is meant to trap us, and that ain't a problem, because this time, we will fight.
"We will fight for Sicario and for the glory we once had. It doesn't matter who comes to fight us. We must win. If you think you can't help us win the battle, this is your chance to step back.
"The war is already bloody as it is and even if we fail to win, we must show just what Sicario is made of. This is also why the women and children are already relocated into the bunkers.
"We didn't make the rules, Jeremiah. You more than anyone should know that you were only made the Alpha because Sicario was too old for the position, and he thought it was best for you to do it.
"Dom never wanted to be the Alpha; much less be in power. So, he stayed the beta, for you, so he could make sure you kept the pack running well. Damn, you sure did a good job at that.
"You led us to wars against Hawi and lost them all. You must be proud of yourself as the Alpha. And now you want to send us to another war, just because Malika is dead? You've got to be screwing with us," Elodie snarled.
She had tolerated everything but this right here, wasn't it. There was nothing she wouldn't do to make sure Sicario went back to what it once was, long before the dumb fuck before them had taken over for Hawi.
It was easily the worst of the downgrades that had ever happened in Sicario. But at least there was a way for them to fix that, right? Maybe they would be able to get out of the shitshow if they eliminated Jer?
"She is my mate! She is mine! That is why I am the Alpha!" Jer said and the wolves laughed at how stupid he sounded. Of all the defenses he could have used, he decided to make camp with the worst of them all.
"Yours? You fucking rejected her to stupid head."
"This bitch even went to get married to Luna Malika — rest her beautiful soul, and killed Malika... of all the people he could have."
"He trapped her in Alpha Awuor's suite because she found out he killed her parents and some of the members of the Clarkson pack."
"Yet he dares to call himself an Alpha."
"Y'know it could have been easier to support you, if Luna Malika were alive and she was healthy. However, you tortured the woman, molested her, and had a baby with her only to stand and watch like a bitch, when that was taken from her.
"Our alpha would never do that. So will you leave Sicario or do you want a royal escort?" Elodie asked and Jer knew he was fucked.