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"You kill Awuor Hawi," the warlock said and Jer stared blankly at the man. Perhaps he wasn\'t aware that the white wolf couldn\'t be linked right? No one could do that; even if they could, there was just one problem.

Hawi was the white wolf.

"And here you were giving me a hero lesson. Are you sure you never knew that white wolves can never die?" Jer asked and Atticus chuckled. It was becoming a creepy rabbit that scared Her a little.

This warlock was insane, and Jer didn\'t need to be closer to how to know that. For someone so sure about all the history lessons and how the white wolf was the shit in the region, he sure was missing a few pages.

"I know that. But nature will always have a loophole. We have explored every loophole known and we will keep looking for more. But until then, you are the current loophole we have," Atticus said and Jer glared.

Even if Hawi wasn\'t the white wolf, Jer knew he didn\'t stand a chance with the woman. The woman was the devil\'s spawn, and with all that happened over time, she would easily be the devil herself. Would it be with it though?

"What?" Jer asked.

"You ask that a lot. Is that the only question you can think of? How about accepting my help to get rid of the woman who is slowly taking your pack away from you? You do realize the Sicario wolves already know that she is alive.

"And that they won\'t mind if she comes back and leads them despite everything? Or are you too blind to realize that your people hate you even more because they saw their leader, their true leader alive?

"The young Sicario is a danger to your alpha position and if you think I\'m lying, then wait till she comes back into Sicario, because she definitely will. She will come to avenge her parents and family.

"All I want is for you to rid us of the trouble that is Awuor Hawi. you were once her mate, you shared a mark, and you know she loved you. Maybe you can reach out to that bit of her, and use it to draw her in, then kill her," Atticus explained.

Jer wasn\'t sure if this man was in the real world or if this was just some fantasyland for Atticus. In the few years Jer had known Hawi, he knew the woman would do whatever it took to get her vengeance.

Jeremiah had watched Hawi slay packs just because she didn\'t like how they breathed. He had seen her ruin lives because she could and because they were enemies of Sicario who dared to threaten her people.

Jer had seen Hawi make even the Lycans cower; creatures that were supposed to be the most powerful had been powered at the sight of the seventeen-year-old girl he had been mated to. Yet this warlock was asking the impossible of him.

Maybe Atticus was right. Maybe there was a loop, but whatever were the chances that Hawi wouldn\'t use his wolf skin as a carpet in the horse stables. Or even use it as a torture rag for her endeavors?

"She scares you,\'\' Atticus stated as he looked at an already shaking Jeremiah. Stay tuned to M|VL|EM|PY|R

"Is Awuor Sicario that bad a creature?" Atticus added as he tried to ascertain that it was about the frail woman he had seen, that got the alpha son terrified. Then again, when you dine with the devil it is only safe to want to be on the safe side, right?

"That boich is crazy. Borderline crazy. I have never seen a psychopathic devil like her, really. She beats all insanity, and ranks high above on the list of the impossible," Jer said to Atticus who was slowly finding this interesting.

"Well, all I did was give you a chance to save your little mate and spend a few more minutes with her. If she isn\'t worth the time, I won\'t force you. I just wanted you to say goodbye to your little mate properly.

"But I guess sometimes we all never get what we want, right?" Atticus said as he began walking away, something that got Jer screaming internally. Hawi was dangerous, Hawi would definitely kill him, but he needed to see his Malika alive.

Even if it was for one last time.

"Wait—" Jer said, his voice pleading and Atticus did stop. Perhaps there was hope after all, right?

"That\'s new. Will you do it? I don\'t care how long it takes… As long as Awuor Hawi Sicario is dead, dead and dead. You do know how that works, right?" Atticus said and Jer ran a finger roughly through his hair.

He wasn\'t sure what to do anymore.

Each day he was proving to himself that his life was nothing more than a circus. He was a hated and unloved man who was about to lose the only woman who loved him because he couldn\'t kill the woman that wanted him dead.

Life was a paradox, but for Jer, life was probably his greatest enemy. He hadn\'t lived a minute since his Malika was trapped in there and his chance at seeing her was linked to the devil herself.

"I\'ll do it. I\'ll find a way to kill her, just please. Please let me see my Malika. Even just one last time, please, Atticus," Jer said and the warlock smiled sinisterly at him, like he had expected this from Jer himself.

"All right. A binding spell it is,\'\' Atticus said but He didn\'t say anything, instead, he stared at the door of Hawi\'s suite while the warlock cast a spell on him, before slicing his hand, making Her bleed on the floor.

He watched as his blood seeped through the tiles and disappeared into the ground, a reminder that this was a binding spell to the earth. He didn\'t care though. Whatever was elf for him, was just his little mate.

Perhaps when this was all over, he would be able to figure out what it really meant to be himself, right? The whole time he had been a puppet for the realm, being pushed left right, and center, and he never once had a break.

Maybe with Hawi\'s passing, he would be able to get a life of his own, he wouldn\'t have to look over his shoulders again, he wouldn\'t have to fight for his place in society and he would live, for himself.

"There, done. Remember, Jeremiah, you are bound to the earth, so whatever you do, don\'t even think of not fulfilling your mission. I give you fifty years to kill her. If in fifty years you still fail, then it will be your blood for hers," Atticus said and we just nodded.

He knew that there wasn\'t a thing he could do to save himself. He should have known that accepting help from Russel Warlock was always going to have a price that he would probably not be able to pay.

But then it didn\'t matter now, because they had him, again, at the price of his sanity. There was no telling what they would ask of him next but he hoped that comedy, the universe would remember him and be kinder to him.

"I know," Jer said before adding, "Thank you," right as the door to Hawi\'s suite opened.