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The shirt she had given Awuor and even the banana leaves Awuor had been wearing were stripped to pieces. It was almost like she had done her best to hold on to this reality but there was nothing that could be done for her.

"What just happened?" Adolf asked when he got up from where he had been swung. He had his suspicions about Awuor being an alpha wolf, but now that they had seen her wolf, the only white wolf in the whole kingdom, he was shaken by that simple yet complicated fact.

He wasn\'t sure he was the right person to be tending to the broken werewolf he had just triggered.

Maybe this was his punishment for being nosy, but was Aldolf being nosy, or was he just carrying out his duty as the beta of Greyson to determine who Awuor was and where she was from?

Now that Sherry looked at Adolf, the realization dawned on her, and she wanted to pull the beta into a proud hug, but she couldn\'t. They could talk about their findings about the werewolf later, but for now, there was a more pressing matter.

The blood trail to the most lethal feral dungeons.

"She\'s hurting. Why would she claw herself apart like that?" Sherry asked quietly, even though she already had an assumption. She didn\'t want to think about it, but the silence that Adolf was holding onto right now, confirmed her worst fears.

The woman wasn\'t banished just for fun, no. She was banished and her mate had taken someone.

Was that why she was always so angry?

Was it why no one scared her anymore?

Was that why she was scared of closed doors?

"We can\'t do this alone. Call Alpha Rukiya. Tell her the white wolf is in her pack," Sherry said to Adolf as she walked into the guest house and picked some clothes for Awuor. Whatever was going on, the alpha girl was truly hurting.

Was there a way they could ease her pain? But even if they could, would the woman even agree to their help? Would she listen to them? Dammit, what kind of hell were they currently trapped in?

This wasn\'t what they had planned their evening to be, but then it wasn\'t like they were about to grace the heavens with her skin, no?

"But Sherry—" Adolf tried as he followed Sherry who just kept walking toward the feral dungeons with clothes in her hands and the hope in her heart.

She was counting on the wolf they had just discovered, not being too harsh with them and letting them help her. Then again, she had been suffering out there and alone in the same manner, for more than eight months.

Awuor was probably used to it by now, what a sad reality for a beautiful woman like her. But would anyone ever get used to pain when no matter how numb she tried to be, her mate constantly reminded her that she wouldn\'t ever have peace?

"Go, Adolf. Go tell the alpha what is happening before morning comes, because who knows what the white wolf will do? We all know how rare they are and we also know what they could do in their anger.

"You\'re the beta of the pack, so go, and don\'t come back unless Rukiya is with you," Sherry said and Adolf sighed. He understood Sherry, but then for some reason, he wanted to go and check on Awuor.

Adolf didn\'t know her name, but he knew her pain. It was one too familiar and he knew how much that shit hurt. Maybe he was hoping that by helping Awuor they would be able to start over. But then the woman was too broken even for life itself.

Had it not been for her revenge, she would have long given up.

Life had served her in the worst of ways and hope for justice and vengeance was the only thing keeping her going out there when she lived like an animal without a home.

"Alright. Please take care of her while we come," Adolf said and Sherry just nodded at him. She knew he knew what the alpha wolf was feeling, but she did not dig deeper. Some scars needed time to heal, and right now, only a broken one would understand another broken one.

The walk to the feral dungeons felt like a century-long walk, and Sherry hated her ardent steps for it. She was walking as fast as she could, with the elite warriors beside her, in case Awuor tried something, but this all didn\'t feel right.

She had questions and wished to know why Rukiya had brought the woman to their home, but then there were some things beyond her. The least she could do right now was hope to the goddess that Awuor was still conscious even with the pain in there.

"Where is she?" Sherry asked the warrior who was guarding the feral dungeons. The poor guy looked so shocked like he wasn\'t sure which part of the world was right. He was however right to be confused, because the feral dungeons were as lethal as the ferals who were always put in there.

No one ever willingly walked in there thanks to the heavy doses of silver, and yet the white wolf in centuries, had rushed in there, her body profusely bleeding.

Maybe she was too broken, that she didn\'t care anymore.

"She—" the warrior said as he pointed at the feral dungeons.

Sherry just let out a sigh. She understood what the guard wanted to say but couldn\'t. There were so many words loosely hanging in the air, and what even made it worse was the fact that it was midnight. Oh, how life was truly unfair to the white wolf.

"Dammit, the stench here is insane,\'\' Sherry said as she walked in. The warrior had already sprayed the air, so the remnants of silver wouldn\'t be that harmful to anyone who walked in there right now.

He would return the dungeons to its original state once all of this was over, but until then, he just had to see for himself which part of the universe he had woken up to, because this was borderline insane.

"Careful Sherry, the kitchens are kinder than this place," the warrior warned and Sherry just smiled.

"Turn on the lights."

"Remember to be careful, Sherry."

"When am I never careful, Harry?" Sherry asked though it was just to reassure the guard that she was at her best behavior and wouldn\'t let the ferals attack her today.

The feral dungeon was stinky and looked like a place where the worst of the worst were disposed of. It looked so terrible that no one in their right mind would willingly walk in here, but a bleeding white alpha wolf had rushed in here.

Awuor knew how much this would affect her, especially in her wolf form, but she had stayed anyway.

Sherry was on the lookout for whimpers, but they never came, instead, the scent of the white wolf\'s blood, was her only guide in the place that had so many ferals.

The captured ferals were awake, from the light, and possibly for their own pain they had never had visitors, and now, they had the most unusual of them.

"I come in peace," Sherry said, when she saw a frustrated Awuor, who was hopelessly drifting in and out of consciousness as she clutched her tummy in pain. She was currently in her half state.

The lower part of her body was a werewolf, while the upper body was human, and even then, the pain in her eyes was too hellish even for Sherry to maintain eye contact with her.

"I\'m sorry," Sherry said but Awuor just stared at Sherry, even though she was half asleep and drunk on pain. The sincerity in sherry however gave her hope that maybe she was worth something.

Maybe she was worth caring for, but what of Sherry was caring for her just because they wanted to know more about her? Then again, Awuor didn\'t have the strength to even care about what people thought of her right now.

She only had one thought keeping her alive.

Her promise of vengeance.

She would ruin them all, and her mate would be the very first one to feel her wrath. She wouldn\'t forgive him for all he had done to her till this moment.

She would avenge herself first, and then she would avenge her mother, but until then, she needed to sleep. So with her hands on her tummy, the alpha let herself drown in darkness, not caring that her claws were a little too deep this time, into her body.

\'I\'ll make them all pay,\' was the last she thought of when she was totally consumed by the darkness.