The Rejected Alpha's Vengeance

He knew that having Hawi in his pack meant a lot and it also meant that she could give them a competitive advantage if ever the day came when they wanted to go to war.

"Sure, I don't mind training with him," Hawi said and the alpha just smiled at her like he knew something she didn't.

Then again, at this point, nothing would scare Hawi anymore. She had gone through the pits of hell and knew there was a hellfire waiting for her specifically when she was done with her vengeance.

The least she could do was embrace the devil and hope that by the time shit went sour, she had figured out what was happening and a way to get back on her feet, because otherwise, she would have wasted not just her time but her potential too.

"Mbali, please step forward," Luna Amara said and the warriors began cheering, making Hawi look at them like they had gone bonkers.

She didn't mind, because these were the very warriors who had been ready to go to war for Hawi. She would train with them and build her skills and maybe help them to the point that they would actually want to follow h to war.

"Hello, Alpha Awuor," a voice greeted, as he swung Hawi in the distance, something that got Hawi not just confused but angry as well.

The swing was so hard that Hawi's body rolled off a few yards away just before Mbali rushed and stopped her before her head hit a stone. That in itself got Hawi wondering who the fuck the Clarksons were and what they were doing hiding under all that weak demeanor they presented o everyone.

Whatever was happening here, was a test and Hawi had figured that out soonest because the moment she felt Mbali's leg on her neck, she knew it was time to be the warrior she had trained for years to be, and the woman that Malika had trained for the past two years.

If she was going to go down, then she would go down with a fight, and not a second earlier.

Mbali then grabbed Hawi by the neck and punched her one more time into the ground, making sure that everyone heard the crack in her chest as he punched her.

It was like he was gearing the woman for a mini battle, but then he could only hope that Hawi was understanding of the fact that this wasn't war.

They were just warriors sparring, right? But sparring with broken bones and a chest that could have been filling up with blood, had it not been for Hawi's abilities, didn't seem like fair play for the banished alpha.

Hawi just smiled at Mbali, even as he punched her a second time, to the same spot, and Hawi spit out blood. She looked like she was slowly dying, but was that really it for her? Was this how she was going to die?

This easily and beaten to a pulp by the wolves that were supposed to exist in myths?

The cheers around Hawi irked her and she felt like they were the fuel to her anger. And seeing as Mbali had come at her in full force, Hawi figured that it was only fair that she returned the same energy to the man.

Besides, it wasn't like she had asked for this, right?

So she looked at the Calrksons one more time, like she was silently apologizing for what she was about to do, but then even she wasn't sure what she was going to do to the Clarkson warrior and maybe that was why she was apologizing.

"Hello Mbali," Hawi greeted as she grabbed the man's leg from behind her, and punched it, instantly breaking his tibia in the process.

She then got up, and clawed his arm, before slicing a sect of his throat, careful not to rip his trachea off but close enough to send a message of fuck you to the man who was in armor and Hawi was not in anything.

Hawi punched his chest again, and this time, it was hard enough to make the warrior fall back to the ground, but not enough to kill him. This may have been a test, but Hawi wasn't planning on killing the first warrior the Clarksons had sent her way.

Hawi didn't wait for the man to get up, no. She dragged him by the neck, something that made Mbali let out a loud growl, before he sat up with a gasp, and dug his claws into Hawi's thigh, not even bothering to think of the consequences of trying to rip through Hawi of all the people.

Everyone in the wars that Hawi had fought, had learned the hard way to never to claw Hawi's thigh, because that was always the one part that all the dead in her sight had chosen to use for an easier way out and even then, Hawi never gave them a way out.

So when she felt claws dig into her thighs, Hawi held Mbali's claws, and dug them even deeper, making the man's claws come out on the other side of her thigh.

Werewolf claws were long, but as Hawi had barely registered a few seconds ago, the Clarksons were not regular wolves, and instead, they were the kind of wolves that the horror stories talked about.

They were the wolves everyone was scared of, but Hawi was never scared of anyone, not even death itself and that would work for her this time. Because anyone in her state would have cried for mercy, and she was embracing the pain like it was a part of her.

She had been one with the pain for a long time.

"Nice to meet you, Mbali. I'm—" Hawi began as she took in a deep breath, before she twisted the warrior's claws, while they were still in her, an action that sent all the Clarkson warriors dead silent, and Luna Amara let out a gasp, while alpha Clarkson looked amused and shocked.

Of the things he had expected, insanely insane wasn't one of them, but then they couldn't expect the woman who had led Sicario to war from the age of fifteen, and won the wars, to just be a regular wolf.

Hawi was pissed and she was hurting so bad that she felt like her head would spiral into the darkness again. He hadn't eaten in so many days and now she was here fighting, and regretting why she hadn't taken a meal in the past few days.

Maybe if she had, she would have been strong but then what else could she do, other than fight to hold her ground?

Of course, she knew she would fight to win, but was that enough for her wolf right now, or even her health? She needed to restock from the emotional trauma and yet here she was, having fun at her very own expense.

"—Hawi… but my 'friends' call me the angel of death."