[AWUOR]
"Good to see you, Rukiya. Hawi fucking smells like you, shit. Anyway, hurt her, and I'll burn down Greyson. Goodbye, Hawi's Ruru," Malika said, the mischief in her voice reminding Hawi of how fucked she was this time.
"Hey wait. Malika, take me with you please," Hawi pleaded but her protector was long gone, leaving her with a bunch of Greyson wolves and their alpha.
With Malika gone, Hawi contemplated the next excuse she could come up with. She didn't want to seem like she didn't trust Rukiya, but then she had a feeling that that was what this would be about.
She had told Rukiya that she was going to sort thighs out, and now, here she was in the Greyson woods, looking like she had been having a damned bloodied feast with the dead bodies surrounding her.
It was a literal massacre, and the only way Rukiya could tell the count of people that were dead was by counting the severed heads that were scattered around.
There were fourteen heads.
