The Alpha's Blind Fate -
Chapter 183: The Man Called Caspian Vampage
Chapter 183: The Man Called Caspian Vampage
MOON
The man who called himself the Sighter finally made it to the Arctic North, still dragging the sack that contained Zoric Sofyr.
He had barely made it in time to register his name for the tournament, but he had managed to succeed. Arriving only a day before the coronation was not part of his plans, but it didn’t matter as long as he possessed the prized gift that he had dragged all the way from the West to the North.
With each step they took towards their destination, it was safe to say that Zoric’s fear only seemed to amplify as both the knowledge of how he had been expertly manipulated by Daemon NorthSteed and how he had kidnapped the Great Seer in view of that manipulation replayed in his mind like a nightmare on loop.
It was a well-known fact that Daemon NorthSteed, the man who called himself the Restorer of the North and who possessed the DireWolf of the South wanted Zoric’s head. Whether it was to exact personal vengeance on him for the war against Arising Rogues or for kidnapping his fated mate, Zoric didn’t imagine that the details mattered.
One thing was for sure, he was about to meet a disastrous fate.
But what intrigued Zoric more than the fate that awaited him at the infamous Ice Castle was the man who dragged him through the lands of Vraga and who let out a scream that sounded suspiciously like something only the executed Screamers Pack could have done.
That fact was as terrifying as the thought that someone once thought to be dead was by some twist of fate, in fact alive.
The Sighter on his part had truly lived up to his name; never for once did he leave Zoric out of his sight. Consequence of arriving in the capital that late, it was hard for them to find an inn to stay at, but the Sighter managed to maneuver his way into one after paying a hefty sum that could feed a family of four for six months.
With Zoric bound in the room that he had procured, the man made his way to the tavern of the inn where numerous participants were gathered, eating and drinking to their heart’s content while they gossiped about what was to come. The Sighter inconspicuously sat at a table hidden in the shadows while he listened, although he never touched the drink that he ordered.
"I hear the new Alpha King of the North is one tenacious man! They say hell itself is sewn in those bottomless eyes of his!" One drunken man drawled in the middle of whatever argument they were currently having.
"Tenacious man?" Another spoke, while taking a sip of his drink, "I myself heard that he is a delicate man with a brain that could rival even that of the gods!"
"I do not believe we should be arguing whether he is Unia or the Ripper! Say what do you think will be the test in this tournament?"
The Sighter strained his ears at that point, not because he believed those common men to have an inkling of what might happen at the tournament, but because he was not one to easily dismiss an opinion no matter if it came from the lowest of men.
"If ever I know the answer to that, believe me when I say that is not a knowledge I would be inclined to share!"
"As if the likes of you could ever comprehend the mind of a great man such as Alpha King Daemon NorthSteed himself. Great man he is, I am sure that the tournament will be divided into stages, and seeing as the amount of people clamouring for just four positions could make up a city itself, I am sure the first tournament will slim the numbers to quite startling extents."
The room went silent as the intelligent sounding voice spoke, and for the first time that night, the Sighter was curious about a person.
He lifted his eyes from his untouched beer and turned it to the man who spoke. The culprit was standing, his hands spread about him flamboyantly like he was about to announce the end of the world.
"And who are you?" One of the drunk men asked, "you speak as if you know the Restorer personally."
The man smiled, exposing a set of fine white teeth.
"Who I am doesn’t matter as much as the knowledge I myself possess. But if you may, I shall introduce myself. Standing before you is
The room was rooted in stunned silence, before some of the crowd broke into laughter, thinking Caspian to be nothing but a ranting mad man.
"Fine, ’Delta Caspian’." One of the drunks spoke amidst fits of laughter while wiping away his tears, "however I am more interested in this Yaren man you speak of than an ’irrelevant bastard such as yourself’. Who is he and what makes you think he is sure to be the Beta? More than that, why does he possess the NorthSteed name?"
Caspian didn’t seem peeved at all. If anything, his smile grew broader. "He is a bastard too like myself, except not as irrelevant as I am."
"Do you mean to say that the Restorer has secretly reserved the post for him?" A man whispered conspiratorially.
Caspian grinned. "I think you should be more worried about defeating him in the tournament than whether the Alpha King will blatantly cheat in an exercise you lots are sure to lose out from."
A glass cup was slammed against the table while a heavy, giant-looking man rose from his chair, successfully sucking away the space that remained in the room. He was at least seven feet tall, and he was a big man at that.
The Sighter casually appraised him. He scoffed when the man hit his heavy fists against his chest as if to speak of his might and strength.
"Surely," the man growled in a deep bass, "this Yaren man cannot take me down in a physical combat."
Caspian rolled his eyes, his easy nature still on display as he acted as if he was truly appraising the giant in order to answer his question.
"I would say give Yaren one point five seconds to take you down. And that is only because it would take some time for him to go through your entire mass."
The giant of a man roared as if he had been highly insulted, and he swung his meaty long arm for Caspian.
Caspian’s easy going expression darkened instantly as he easily dodged the blow that came for him. The giant staggered, and in the millisecond that he lost his footing, Caspian landed a swift kick to the giant’s stomach, followed by rapid punches to his jaw that was way too fast for the ordinary eye, before he finished him off with a kick to the chest.
The giant’s eyes widened in shock as he stumbled backward, his massive frame crashing against a table, sending glassware and bottles of unfinished cheap alcohol shattering against the floor. Caspian stood over him, his eyes hooded and his breath uneven. He showed nothing of physical exertion.
"I’d say Yaren could take you down in a second, actually," Caspian said with a smirk, his easy-going nature returning. "You’ve not the brute strength nor the fine mind."
The Sighter took the scene in with mild disinterest while the crowd stared at Caspian with eyes filled with impressiveness. The giant seemed to have been knocked out cold, but everyone managed to act as if the man never even existed.
Finally, one of the men broke the stifling silence as he said to the room. "Say to avoid suspicion, the Restorer is sure to appoint a neutral person to supervise the tournament. Who do you think it might be?"
"I would say it’s sure to be the Great Seer! She foretold the Great Famine and is worthy of such an honour!"
The Sighter stiffened on hearing a reference to her, and he stood upright on his chair as if that would improve his hearing in any way.
"The Great Seer?" Caspian repeated, "she’s now the fated mate of the Alpha King so she might not be appointed to such a sensitive position."
The Sighter clenched the glass of his untouched drink as he listened fervently for any information about her, even if it was one in the form of gossip.
"Besides...." A drunken man drawled, raising his glass in the air, "not only is she from a lowly background, but the Alpha King is yet to claim her. And there’s that stupid vow of hers. A vow of chastity? I would rather cut my tongue than deprive myself of good ole sex!"
Everyone in the room laughed at the joke save for Caspian whose expression lost its cheeriness once again. The Sighter clenched his glass cup tighter until it cracked slightly, before he released it abruptly.
Caspian walked towards the drunk, holding him by the collar. "How dare you speak so despicably of the Theta of the NorthSteed Pack?" He gritted at the other man’s face.
The drunk harshly shrugged him off. "It so happens that I am to be the Beta of the NorthSteed Pack. And unfortunately for you, that position happens to be higher than that of the Delta and Theta."
The guests started laughing again. The Sighter decided he had heard enough while he waded to his room.
The next morning, the drunk was found tied and gagged to the post of the inn. And when his gag was removed, he was without a tongue.
PS: Remember the Vampage Pack of the East? Jacen Vampage, Zina’s first mate, is from the Pack if you recall.
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