[SICARIO]
She knew when she left them with that bunch of unhinged wolves, that it wasn't going to be easy, but then she refused to stay and watch in pity. She knew that there would be worse than what she had imagined for him.
And she knew that this was her finally getting free of the cruelest and the worst accusation of her life. Maybe that was why she watched them from her suite, watching as they took in the new reality of what they had done and how much they had fucked her innocence up.
She watched them as they tried to grapple with reality in the hope that they would be better people, but wasn't it a little too late for that? Perhaps this was what the world would look like for them.
"You?" Theo asked as he looked at his alpha, the man they had gone to war with and for even when they knew that they were a little too rushed. They had gone with him without question and what they wore hearing about him wasn't making any sense to them.
The Sicario wolves were all out there, watching in silent disbelief as they realized just how wrong they had been about the psycho they had for a child and the Alpha who loved them unconditionally.
She had been crazy, but even she wasn't crazy enough to kill her mother.
Everything about that day had seemed off, and now that they all heard the confession from Razia, they weren't sure if they needed to kill the duo or if they needed to bleed them dry until the only thing left for them was nothing.
"Don't tell me you believe the bitch who came to fight us, thrice. If she was so innocent. Why wouldn't he prove it herself all these years? Sure, she is the white wolf, but why couldn't she use her magic to figure out what happened?
"Don't you think it's a little too convenient that she had the Luna Razia Greyson and is threatening the woman? Look at Luna, she's almost dying from the silver bullet lodged so close to her heart," Jer said and Theo looked at the woman in question.
Razia Greyson looked like she was about to pass out, but even she knew that couldn't pass out like this. If she did, then her brother's fate would be doomed and she would have to deal with the loss of her sibling, again.
The only difference was that this time, Razia was certain that Hawi wouldn't be willing to bring him back. And there were so many things that Razia still wanted to tell her brother. Things that she needed to explain and more than anything she needed to apologize.
It was strange really how the only thing it took to make Razia crack was a brother that they didn't even know existed up until a few weeks ago. It was a cruel thing to do, but all the stakes had been pulled and the odds cast.
They didn't want to ruin someone's life just because they were flies, even though they all could feel that Razia had been truthful in her parents' confession. Maybe there was another way out of this.
Maybe the elders would give them a solution, for the chaos that had ensued again, right? However, at the same time, they knew that if it had all been lies, Awuor Hair wouldn't have ordered her warriors to put their weapons down.
They could have easily slaughtered the pack. So, who was telling them the truth?
"Oh Jeremiah, child. You are so blinded you don't even remember that the girl was never dethroned as the Sicario alpha. Her father banished her, and kept her alpha title. Her brother never wanted to rule, and you were just her mate, a stand-in for her.
"According to the rules of the land, Awuor Hawi is the only Sicario alpha, not you and the farce you have been putting on," Asmodeus said and Jer stared in shock. There was something about that little fact that got him numb.
He had done everything to keep the pack sane and kept them from falling apart and yet all this time he was just a temporary substitute? This had to be the cruelest of things that he ever hurts and it wasn't comforting in the least bit.
What the fuck was he supposed to make of this and how the fuck was he supposed to avenge his Malika if he even had the power in the first place? This was not something that Jeremiah Warner had considered and frankly, it scared the shit out of him.
"What?" Jer voiced, as he looked at Razia, the one woman who had placed him in this mess.
He couldn't believe he had lost a beautiful woman and a good mate just because of all this and now he wasn't even going to have the resources to make it alright? What the hell was he supposed to describe this as then?
"What's he saying, Russel? What does he mean that I was never the alpha of this pack? What about the things I sacrificed for them? What of the adsorbents you made me do? Did you fucking know about this?" Jer asked angrily as he held Razia roughly.
He was never going to accept this, as it wasn't fair to him and to his Malika. He had endured everything because he had his Malika and now there was no Malika and there was no pack.
He was all alone seeing as the woman who had brought him in was staring at him defeatedly like she had a thousand and one troubles, and Jer wasn't even one of the troubles. This was cruelty at its best, but there was always an explanation, right?
Oh, how he desperately needed to hear it.
"You heard him. Awuor Hawi was never stripped of her alpha title. A formal ceremony to dethrone her as the Sicario alpha wasn't ever done, that is why she is still the Sicario alpha. Everyone already knew it, I wonder why you didn't," Razia said tiredly.