The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 191: The Jaw Or The Arrow?

Chapter 191: The Jaw Or The Arrow?

ZINA

Zina shut her eyes, waiting for an impact of some sort but it never came. All she heard was a struggle, and the sound of something slapping hard against... a wall?

Her eyes flew open only to behold Ablanch struggling in the wolf’s vise paw with his back glued against the wall. Zina stared at the scene in confusion for all but one second before she lurched into action. She was quickly up on her feet, dragging Seraph who had fallen on one part of the room out of the place.

But she must have underestimated the gravity of the situation for the wolf flung Ablanch with his strong jaw biting into his arms like he was nothing but air, and a vase shattering told Zina that the warrior had been flung at a far deeper part of her room.

The wolf veered from the wall, turning to face them, but this time around, Zina was a bit faster. She shoved Seraph with all her might until the maidservant rolled to the door.

"Call for help!" She screamed at her while she plucked a hair pin from her hair, using the small thin thing as her weapon against the wolf. She held it out in front of the wolf, and between the both of them, Zina wondered who thought of the scene to be more comical.

Probably the wolf for he slowed his stride, prowling for her as a predator would do a prey before the last finishing move. Zina backed off slowly, hair pin gripped by her fingers and the only barrier between her and the very big wolf.

It occurred to that besides smelling the fact that the wolf was a rogue, she didn’t know much else like what level of shifter it was. But if the wolf’s size and the way it had easily tossed a level three shifter such as Ablanch was anything to go by, then Zina was betting she was facing off a Lycan Shifter.

The fact alone should have sent fear pumping through her veins for she knew she was so close to death, but instead of succumbing to fear, Zina thought hard of what to do. She could probably shift since it would be the full moon that night, but the thought of her impending Heat only meant that she had to tread carefully.

She wouldn’t want to turn this from a killing mission to a raping spree as shifting would only accelerate her heat that was to come that night, so it wasn’t only ill advised in consideration that she possessed no true skills, but it was out of question to shift. Ablanch was probably knocked out, but at least Seraph had managed to escape so if she could buy some time, then everything would be fine.

That thought and the flicker of hope that it came with died a natural death the moment Seraph was shoved back into the room by a masked figure.

"Finish it off already!" The masked figure billowed in a heavily accented voice, his large paw-like fingers forming a vise grip against Seraph’s neck.

Anger, steaming hot, jolted Zina as she took in the scene with only a hair pin as her defense. But her anger was useless for what could she do? How could she save her and Seraph from these horrible people that were out for her life? Meanwhile, where the hell was everyone?

She had never felt more alone in her life than she ever did at that moment, but that was not the time to dwell in such bad thoughts. Right then and there, she needed to get her head together and think of how to get the wolf prowling closer for her to stop.

When only a hair breath of space separated them, she opened her mouth without much thought, "If I die, Daemon NorthSteed will come for your head and not one bone in your body will remain intact when he is done with you." She gritted, putting on a false sense of bravado before them. If they were to smell her fear, then she and Seraph would die quicker than an ant under an elephant’s feet.

But it didn’t matter because the wolf didn’t stop walking towards her. In panic, Zina backed out until her back hit a wall. That was when the wolf decided that it had done enough haunting and decided to launch into the main hunting.

It ran the remaining steps to her and Zina screamed while she held out the pin, swinging it blindly while she secretly hoped that her screams would do the same thing it did that day she was with Daemon. But she didn’t hear the sound of vases shattering or whatnot.

She waited for a killing blow to be delivered to her... eyes shut, she waited for her death. But instead, instead of the sound of her own bones crunching, she heard the unmistakable sound of a foreign footsteps and something whistling through the air.

She opened her eyes and the scene before her seemed like something out of a fairytale. Her room had transformed from indoor oak wood decor into a garden with white flowers... the same place where her visions originated from.

Everyone around her seemed frozen in time. The masked man holding Seraph hostage, the black wolf that had jumped and now hung midair, mere inches away from ripping out her neck, Marcus holding a bow in hand and a released silver arrow, mere inches away from him, Ablanch crawling towards them....

... everything was just frozen in a garden filled with white flowers.

Had she been hallucinating all along? Had she been dreaming since that morning, or did she fall asleep halfway when Seraph was making her hair again? What was happening.

Her confusion only grew even as footsteps sounded behind her. Zina turned to the direction of it, expecting to see her younger self. Instead, the figure she beheld was that of a woman probably not older than thirty-five. She was clad in white dress, and she had a white-silver like hair....

Just like her.

Zina squinted at the woman even though the blinding white flowers made for an almost unnatural daylight despite the absence of the sun in her place of visions. When the woman’s face came fully into view, Zina gasped as she backed away, hands over mouth in shock.

She might understand seeing her younger self, but did it make sense for her to see her older self?

The woman stood before Zina, face impassive while she appraised her as one would do a butterfly that kept perching on him. The stare wasn’t exactly condescending,but neither was it encouraging.

"You’ve called and I’ve answered," the woman spoke in a voice that wasn’t Zina’s. Zina felt some instant relief at that. Her younger self spoke in a voice that greatly resembled hers, so if this woman spoke in a different voice, then she surely wasn’t her older self.

But what did she mean by ’Zina called and she answered?’

"I called you?" Zina spoke hesitantly, unsure of what was going on. In fact, she had not an inkling of what was happening.

The woman ignored her inquiries while she gazed at the scene that had been transported from Zina’s room. She looked from the arrow that Marcus had released, and then at the wolf that hung midair, jaw open to make a kill.

"Mmm... say which do you think will be faster," the woman mused, clicking her tongue, "the jaw, or the arrow?"