The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 133: Summoned Into The Unknown

Chapter 133: Summoned Into The Unknown

To better understand this Chapter and the next Chapter, you can refer back to Chapters 39-41 where the character in this Chapter was first introduced.

ZINA

The woman with flaming red hair and albinotic skin walked into the room in even strides that were somehow slowed as Zina’s eyes zeroed in on her. Zina could trace everything about her, from the green cloak that she wore that swung with her as she walked, to the tresses of red hair that bounced with her swinging arms.

Then the woman tilted her head to Zina and the motion was still slow as if trapped in space and time...and then her golden-red eyes captured Zina just as a smug smile tugged against the lips of the woman.

Something about looking at her made Zina’s chest squeeze like a viselike grip held her heart captive. It felt as though she knew the woman, at the same, not.

As Zina’s light blue eyes held the woman’s unnerving red ones, an image slammed into Zina, knocking the breath out of her. It seemed like the powers that controlled her visions were calling to her, except this call felt... strange.

Instead of being transported to the field with white flowers, Zina was flying instead... like she was a bird itself. The air whipped around her, and her form that felt light landed on a tree in a wasted land.

She truly was a bird...a raven in fact if the dark blood pooled on the floor of the wasted land that reflected her form was anything to go by.

Black feathers, pointed beak, and red beady eyes were what stared back at her.

Through the eyes of a bird, Zina observed her surroundings, nothing short of horrified. Different parts of a skeleton were strewn all over the lands like some carnage happened there some time ago—almost like some mass killings of some sort.

Vultures were perched all over the wasted land. A hoard of the vultures were pecking at an already dried and wasted corpse that now hung sparse on the skull. The eyes were missing from having been pecked clean a long time ago. But the hungry vultures desperate for what to eat were unrelenting as they searched to grasp something.

Zina wanted to puke, but a bird couldn’t exactly puke so she stayed there, rooted in place as she took in the wasted dark land with no hint of life or sun at the place. If eternal gloominess was a thing, that could describe the place even more accurately.

Twigs, or perhaps bones, crunched behind her as if someone was stepping on them. Before Zina could process the sound, she was already falling off the tree and she landed on the ground in her true form.

The smell of death slammed into her as Zina struggled to stand up from the ground...the mere thought that her hand was touching such a place made her wild imaginations run even wilder.

"Isn’t it fun to summon Thralgor herself." A feminine sultry voice drawled just as Zina finally managed to right herself, groaning as her bones ached her fiercely.

Zina’s eyes met golden-red ones that almost seemed to blaze from its sockets, and her brain was yet to catch-up with what was unfurling before her eyes.

The woman smiled darkly. "Allow me to introduce myself, Theta Zina WolfKnight known as Thralgor by the ancient sages." The woman bowed dramatically.

"I am Norima Talga, daughter of Saga Tabernacle who leads the night mages and the Pack."

Zina stared at the woman, temporarily lost for words.

What was a Night Mage during at the castle of the Arctic North? And how did said Night Mage summon her in that strange place?

Zina had heard about the Night Mages before and none of them had been good news. Sybril, who was usually forthcoming when it came to telling Zina about the Five Great Evils, always talked about the Night Mages with a hate and vehemence that was unlike the elderly woman. There was a dark blood that existed between the woman and the Great Evil of the North, but Sybril never talked about the reason for her morbid animosity.

She only always warned Zina to stay away from the Five Great Evils altogether no matter the place and time.

"Thralgor?" Zina repeated, remembering the horrible words discreetly engraved on her staff. "How have you come to know about that name?"

The woman cackled like she found something highly amusing although Zina didn’t know what.

"How could I not know about the name of the very one my ancestors saw in numerous revelations up until today?"

The woman was barking mad, but Zina didn’t care about that. Throwing the woman a venomous smile of her own, she warned her. "For what it is worth, my name is Zina WolfKnight. Not Thralgor, and certainly not whatever your ancestors of the old may call you."

Zina might be willing to name her Spy Guild the name, but no one had the right to call her the abandoned one for any reason.

The woman barked out another laughter, her condescending eyes roaming all over Zina like she was the source of the blemish to the wasted lands itself.

"I gave the new Alpha King the reins to deal with you. In fact, he made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t need any advice on how to take his revenge from the woman that pulled him down six years ago, and yet I hear that he spent two nights with you."

Zina stiffened, her haunches raised as she didn’t know where the woman was going with her words. But something told Zina that she was coming close to ticking off one of the long list of questions she had.

The woman circled her like a wolf encircling its prey. Her crimson eyes appraised Zina with a hate that couldn’t have been faked. "But I can see he hasn’t claimed you, which means he is merely playing with you, mate bond or not."

The words were supposed to sting. In fact, they did sting. But Zina had learnt the hard way how to read the logic before the emotion. So she ignored her own feelings, her eyes taking in the woman before her.

Zina was wrong; the woman, Norima or whatever she called herself, wasn’t barking mad as she had thought. So much knowledge shined in her eyes for her to be a mere bumbling fool.

Smirking, Zina tilted her head up, her eyes filled with mischief in a false attempt to look like she wasn’t fazed by the woman in the least. "Do you think he didn’t claim me because he plans to deal with me?" Zina asked in a haughty tone. Then she scoffed, acting like the conversation made her weary.

"Listen carefully because I will not say it again; Daemon NorthSteed will never kill me."

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