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"Maybe he couldn\'t handle the fake child who had shown up as his daughter. If you ask me, the man\'s death was your fault," Jer said and Mbali stared at him wondering for the hundredth time how the fates had decided among themselves to pair this dumb head with a woman like Awuor Hawi Sicario.

"You\'re useless to me. I hope to never see you again, because the next time I do I will be choking you in your own blood," Mbali said as she headed to the door.

"A little parting gift from the woman whose whereabouts you don\'t know," Mbali said before she blew some dust in the air.

She had laced them with poison too, though she made it so that it wouldn\'t overpower Hawi\'s poison. But just make it like a virus that would feed on the alpha and the forsaken beta for years.

They would suffer for what they had done today. They would pay no matter what hell looked like for them. If the punishment had to be collective, Mbali just didn\'t care anymore. She was too angry.

"You\'re crazy," Dom said and to that, Mbali just let out a sad laugh.

"I know. That\'s why it\'s raining blood in Sicario right now. You might want to come up with a better explanation for your people oh great Alpha Jeremiah Warner.

"Your people are believers of the old religion and we all know what happens when it rains blood," Mbali said, her tone sad like she wished it didn\'t have to get to this. But then two years in exile would drive someone nuts, especially when betrayal had been showing up in every corner of the house they struggled to live in peacefully.

"What happened?" Dom asked sheepishly, the pride in his voice even as he breathed in more of Mbali\'s dust. He was so oblivious, for someone who had been so confident earlier, but Mbali just snickered at how pathetic he seemed.

Dominic Sicario was supposed to be the ultimate Sicario beta, the Sicario warrior who always helped his sister with the pack, when there was a crisis. Stay updated with m,v,l,e,mpy,r.

However, the man before Mbali right now wasn\'t even close to the Dominic Sicario who was a part of the deadly Sicario siblings. Whatever was left of him, was just a shell of what he had once been and it was pathetic, really.

"Not what happens, but what it symbolizes," Jer said, the realization dawning on him.

He still wasn\'t worried about the whole thing, because he believed that what he had done was right. If there was someone who needed to pay for this, then it had to be Mbali, because Jer was sure the woman had been the reason for the chaos.

"What does it symbolize then?" Dom asked again, much to Mbali\'s displeasure. Then again, it wasn\'t like she had many options at the moment when the Sicario beta was looking like a pathetic piece of shit at the moment.

"The rage of the white wolf. May the goddess have mercy on your souls," Mbali said before she disappeared and went to Rukiya\'s camp, leaving behind a confused beta, and an Alpha who was determined to prove himself and say that this was all an illusion.

Besides, there was no way they had angered the white wolf.

No one in their pack had been the white wolf, or did they?

"There are no white wolves on Sicario at the moment. Jabali is just being paranoid," Jer said as he looked out the window to be met with a blood rain just like the woman had said earlier. But a part of him wasn\'t even worried because they hadn\'t angered the white wolf. It was that simple, right?

"Nope, there isn\'t at the moment; but there once was, y\'know," Dom suddenly said as he joined Her at the window. He looked like he had hopes and wishes for this place but then what else could he do when this was their reality?

"What do you mean there once was?" Jer asked worriedly. He hadn\'t thought this far, but for the longest time, he had never thought that Sicario of all the places would produce the white fold. Perhaps Dom was just disillusioned, right?

Perhaps Mbali had gotten into his head and was making him make so many assumptions, and perhaps this was just something that was done to scare them.

Jer was determined not to be scared, but then what else was there when at the moment the only thing he could manage was watch in sorrow as the skies bled blood on the lands that had once been sacred.

"The Sicario alpha did this," Dom said and Jer looked at the man like he was going bonkers. What the fuck was that even supposed to mean for them?

"Me? I didn\'t do this, and I\'m the Sicario Alpha," Jer said and Dom looked at the man for the first time like this was the dumbest alpha to ever grace Scissor. Then again, Jer wasn\'t wrong. He was a Sicario alpha.

If Dom was to make a statement, he could as well spell it out for the poor man, right? It\'s not like there was anything that they could do to stop the skies from bleeding and the lighting from tearing up the sky so harshly.

"Is this the same brain you will use to run Sicario? I mean, no offense, but you did kill me and brought me back to life, in a dumber version to make yourself superior, but I never thought you would be dumber than my dumb version," Dom suddenly said, and Jer looked at him.

The only problem was, the Dom that had spoken, wasn\'t the same Dom in the room. It was like the original Sicario beta wolf had come back even for a moment, but would that mean anything? He had truly died, and the funeral had been for him.

"What?" Jer asked as he looked between the two Dominics. One of them was in dark clothing, the Sicario beta\'s signature dressing code, while the other one, was the fluffy Dominic, the brainless one that had been with him since they came from the dungeons.

"There has only ever been one Sicario alpha fit enough to run the pack, and even the Selma. Trust me, you\'re not even close to her," the new Dom said and Jer stared in confusion. How the fuck was this even happening? What the hell had he done for this to happen?

"Her? You\'re crazy. Malika isn\'t even capable of this," Jer said and the new Dom just sighed like it was painful to watch the situation at the moment.

"Y\'know what, I\'m going to take both versions of myself out of here. And if you use a warlock to bring me back to life I will kill you myself, Jeremiah. Also, since you\'re too stupid to even think straight, or maybe you\'re just used to warlocks running the pack on your behalf—

"—I\'m not sure which is which, but I\'ll let you know. Awuor Hawi is coming. She\'s coming for you, and everything you hold dear. Especially that Malika of yours. My sister is coming to avenge us all, and hells be damned if you manage to get over her like the last time.

"Have fun explaining to your Malika dear what happens when my sister comes for her, because it\'s going to be messy, Jeremiah. She carries with her the fury of the entire Sicario household.

"Perhaps you should have taken her out first, given she\'s stronger than all of us. Oh wait, you tried and failed. What a pity, I guess may the goddess have mercy on your soul, Jeremiah," Dom said.

He then merged with the dumb Dom, and slit his throat, before his body began dissolving into nothingness. Perhaps he hoped that his sister would do them all the justice that they would never get otherwise.

"No. Awuor is dead. I made sure of that. Dom is also dead. I killed him myself. I killed Dominic myself.

I murdered him myself. Awuor can\'t be a white wolf. She just can\'t. I won\'t let that happen.

"I have to kill her again if she comes. The rage of the white wolf means nothing. This is just a distraction, this ain\'t real. This isn\'t real. This can\'t be real," Jer rambled on as he watched his whole world change before him.

He was alone; completely and utterly alone, with nobody to talk to and no one to be on his side.

Perhaps this time, he would seek out the warlocks. But would they really want to help a man who betrayed one of them?