The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 125: Fionna WolfKnight

Chapter 125: Fionna WolfKnight

The people seek a leader to avoid dearth.

ZINA

Zina and Seraph visited the honorary mass grave that existed in the capital accompanied by her warrior Ablanch. And there, they carved a headstone for Xoli, the man who had died while protecting her and after she had escaped from the rogue camp.

Zina never forgot about the man. Tucking him away somewhere at the back of her memories became easy because he was after all somehow connected to all the bad things that Zina wished to forget... bad things that Daemon had unceremoniously dredged up when she was in her heat.

They were still yet to resolve a lot of things between them. Like what happened to Xalea Borne, and the fact that Daemon sounded like he knew more about what happened to her than she would ever understand.

That night you died.... And after you died, somehow you came to live.

His words to her had evoked something that Zina had been trying so hard to avoid all these years which was her curiosity. Her plan had been to act like she was nobody peculiar... to live out the remainder of her life without knowing her origins and who she was.

But now, she was curious. And Zina knew that had been Daemon’s plans all along.

The weather changed abruptly, and it started pouring like the heavens wanted to punish her. But Zina didn’t move from Xoli’s grave as she watched the carvers engrave a word on his tombstone.

She hadn’t even gotten the man’s surname.

The Temple would surely want to bite her head off for honouring a heathen sans a rogue, but Zina couldn’t care less for their admonition that was sure to come.

The rain drenched Zina, soaking into her grey dress until the material stuck against her skin like they were married together. The carvers finished and the freshly carved words glared back at Zina through her watery sight. Cold rain water dripped from her dress, hair, and face.

’Here lies Xoli, a scout of the rogue army who protected a very insignificant life with all his might.’

Zina stared at the words, soaking in their meaning and basking in their well delivered coldness. She stood unmoving, and Seraph and Ablanch also stood with her under the rain despite telling them otherwise.

Zina hadn’t even had the opportunity to procure Xoli’s body. When she had woken up in the chaos that followed her life, there had been no chance to inquire about a body that could have still been stuck in Ravgid which was a complete five days journey away from Daemon’s camp.

Zina was still paying her respects when footsteps started approaching them. She whirled her face to the direction of it only to be met with the dead eyes of the Red Sister. She felt Seraph shrink back at the sight of the woman clad in crimson leather, whereas Ablanch stood on guard, high at alert.

The woman in question didn’t seem perturbed at all by Ablanch’s presence if her careless strides were anything to go by. Once she reached Zina, she curled a perfectly curved eyebrow at her.

"The Alpha King asks me to deliver something to you."

Zina’s eyes trailed to the fine porcelain ware she was carrying in her hands.

"What is that?" She asked, feeling suspicious for more than one reason. Forget Daemon for a moment, the woman before her had reached the rank of a Red Hand at such a young age, and Zina knew well enough about the Red Sisters to know that they had many devious means to eliminate a werewolf.

Poisoned needles laced with concentrated silver, wares that could be painted with melted silver concentrated in wolfsbane... there simply was not an end to the means that they could go in killing even the most unkillable persons. Knowing that Daemon was acquainted with such an organisation made his dreams and mission even scarier.

For only scary dreams would warrant the need to to use scary people.

"How am I to know that?" The woman answered sarcastically, staring at Zina through hooded eyes. The woman was beautiful, in a way that was viscerally violent. But Zina wasn’t deceived by the way men would interpret her looks, for she knew hidden beneath the woman was a well trained seductress and assassin.

But Zina knew enough of the Red Sisters to know that the head of the organisation, the Scarlet Mother, was not known to hire out the members of the organisations outside of the GreenLands.

"Does your Scarlet Mother know that you’re enlisted under the command of the Alpha King of the North?" Zina asked with her formal air of indifference while folding her palm against her stomach. A feat that conveyed to the woman that she didn’t intend to collect the porcelain ware from her.

The Red Sister chuckled, the sound dark and almost taunting. But Zina wasn’t intimidated by her, not when in her six years of living in the Arctic North she had met people even far scarier and far domineering than the Red Sisters.

"And who are you to inquire about such matters?" The woman asked with a voice laced with venom. Zina simply smiled in a manner that wasn’t supposed to be unnerving or welcoming either.

The Red Sister looked older than her in a fantastic way, but Zina was almost sure they were probably the same age. Something about the training the Red Sisters meted out on intiants turned them from innocent looking girls to hardened looking girls.

The thought that she could have been a part of the organisation by some scary twist of fate didn’t escape her. Zina knew well that she had escaped such fate during her childhood because it would have been a huge financial loss to the WolfKnight if she had been taken away. Thinking about that took her mind back to her childhood archenemy, Fionna.

She wondered if the young girl ever survived the training. Shaking her head internally, she brushed off the thought. She hated thinking about anything that reminded her of her pathetic former Pack whom she still bore their surname.

Still holding her smile, Zina siad. "I guess I’m merely curious as to what a Red Sister is doing here, far away from the GreenLands."

"So curiosity it is then." The woman said with a dark chuckle like she found Zina morbidly hilarious.

Zina stared at her with all the disinterest in the world to convey that she didn’t at all care about her. Her curiosity was more on why Daemon was using the woman in the first place, and how they had gotten acquainted. She had heard that Madlea Sofyr, the late leader of the rogues, had died during coitus. Many rumoured that Daemon had sent an enchantress like no other, and Zina wondered if said enchantress was the woman standing before her while drenched in the rain.

Zina was about to face Xoli’s tombstone anew when the woman’s words carried to her, freezing her more than the cold rain itself.

"Your disaster is that you will meet a man who is meant to take your life but would instead take your breath away."

Zina stilled, her heart thundering in her ears. Staring at the Red Sister with wide eyes, she said. "Fionna?"