The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 223: Compendium Of Fools

Chapter 223: Compendium Of Fools

FIONNA

Fionna staggered to the forest of ice mountains in such a daze. It was as if she was on a spell and she was yet to process the looming absence of the Sighter who had walked off abruptly like there were not about to face a deciding moment in their lives.

Fionna stared blankly at the map that was before her, unable to make sense of the numerous symbols and whatnots that was peppered on it. It was too flamboyant to call it a map in the first place for all she could make sense of were meaningless doodles that seemed to be there to torture her head.

Mere looking at it triggered a headache. And the more she stared at it, the more the rage she was currently feeling towards the Sighter intensified.

The about thirty men in her group mildly accused her of appointing some incompetent person, and then proceeded to try to decipher the map by themselves. But five minutes later, they all meekly handed it back to Fionna with their heads bowed to the ground in shame.

One went as far as to suggest that one of the doodles was pointing to the peak of some mountain that was so tall Fionna could only stare up at it. So they had all bundled themselves together, marching through the piling snow that only seemed to be particularly tall and lumped together in the Forest of Ice Mountains, while they all made their way to the said peak.

They began to climb it in a bid to escape the three hours deadline after which the Hiders would relocate any item that was yet to be found. In a bid to escape the deadline, Fionna could only blindly follow the man who had boasted of his knowledge of maps back in the days of hunting the Hiding Rogues. Afterall, it was not like she had any choice in the matter.

She must win, even if it meant following hell itself.

They had climbed the very cold ice mountain that managed to deep into her leather gloves while freezing her fingers. Did she just say they? No, she and just two persons from her group had climbed the mountain in the biting cold of that frigid night while the remaining stayed at the base to serve as ’sentinels’.

Not even the man who had interpreted the map had followed them in their sojourn. In his defense, he had already done the smart work, so why do the hard work?

Halfway to the peak of the mountain, two of her companions were panting like exerted goats and they groaned that they could not go on anymore. That was how she found herself climbing the rest of the mountain alone in the dead of the night with only her wolf sight as her guide. She prayed to the gods that the stupid man who claimed himself to be a hunter was right, if not....

Alas, when Fionna reached the peak of the mountain, the only thing waiting for her there was a pile of snow that was hiding ice beneath it. The wind blew against the snow, and it evaporated into the air revealing the layer of ice that hid beneath it.

Fionna stared downwards towards her so called team members who were all eagerly waiting for her. From that height, they looked like ants. She imagined throwing herself from there instead of climbing down the way she should. With a shake of her head though, she started climbing down. It couldn’t be said that her situation was precarious enough for her to commit suicide. Yes, the three hours mark might have passed, but that wasn’t the end of the world.

They still had forty-five hours which she intended to make good use of.

Once she reached down, expectant eyes roamed about her, searching if she was with the choosen item.

"Did you find it?" The hunter asked her when she wouldn’t say anything.

Honestly, Fionna had only wished to leave them and truly embrace her nature as a lone wolf. Team work test or not, she was already tired of the damned thing. She would work alone, even if it meant she had to blatantly steal other teams’ objects.

And she was doing just that—walking away—when the Hunter’s inquisitive words stopped her. She exhaled harshly, suddenly having an idea of what to do with the biting cold that seemed to be embedded in every crevice of her body and bones.

She whirled around like the wind, her feet connecting with the man’s groin before his eyes could fully track down her intended movement. He fell to the ground like a lump of crumbling snow, while clutching his family jewels. His eyeballs threatened to pop out from its socket while he turned the red of beef.

Unlike what she had expected, Fionna’s blood hardly heated from the slight physical exertion that she had put herself through. Scoffing, she looked the man up and down while their ’team members’ gave them a wide breadth like she would swallow them if care wasn’t taken.

"I thought you chanted yourself as some great and mighty hunter," she sneered at the man, rage coursing through her blood. If not for a lot of things, she might have just ended him then and there. Afterall, she didn’t believe that eliminating a team member would buy her good points.

Still clutching his jewels, the man spat out. "How can a woman like you behave in such a manner!" He screamed, eyes taking her in like she was some pest.

Fionna was hardly angry. He would not be the first man to take offense at her gender, nor was he going to be the last.

"I wasn’t aware there’s a manual for how a woman should act and how she should not." She snarled, resisting the urge to drag the man by his collar.

"Of course it’s an unspoken rule!" The man screamed back, obviously not fully aware of his dicey situation. Fionna was about to hammer the point in that she wasn’t there to play the gender game with him when a voice stopped her short of doing just what she wanted to do.

"Surely you must be aware that this is not a contest for you to throw around the weight of your fist."

Fionna turned around to behold the very annoying dark eyes of Marcus DireWolf, Beta of the DireWolf Pack and the man who was becoming the ban of her existence.

"It’s you?" She gasped lightly, her rage taking a new colour. Of all the most surprising people she had been expecting in the Forest of the Ice Mountains, Marcus DireWolf hadn’t been one of them.

The man annoyed her to no end, and Fionna simply couldn’t point out what it was about him that grated at her so much. Was it his dark eyes that always seemed to be appraising and taking her in, or was it the way his lips curved like he detested her as much as she did him.

That was comical because while Fionna could understand the reason for her hate of him, she simply couldn’t understand why the man bore the same sentiment towards her.

"Yes, it’s me. You seem to have forgotten that it’s I who is in charge of supervising this tournament. And I find your behavior to be simply unacceptable."

Fionna rolled her eyes hard until she was sure her eyeballs would fall off. Was the man being serious? She simply couldn’t believe that was the case.

"Are you being serious?" She asked just to confirm the same.

"Does it seem like I’m joking or something? Then again, what more would I expect from a Red Sister who has only ever known a certain kind of life..." he drawled lazily, the words both a taunt and a hot caress against the cold wind.

"...the kind of life filled with crimson liquid and naked men."

Her Team Members gasped at the revelation of her identity. "A Red Sister?" They said in a voice filled with fear.

Fionna resisted the urge to slam into the man before her mostly because she was aware that her attempts to get to him would be futile. She hated to admit it, but the man was a little more nimble than her. A fact that she intended to correct very soon.

"I do not believe that it’s right for you to interfere in such a manner." Fionna snarled, holding onto the only thing that she could. No matter his high position, surely Beta DireWolf didn’t have the right to act in any manner that he wanted to.

Amusement coloured his eyes as he seemed to draw closer to her. Almost as if he could hear her thoughts, he said, "Of course I can act any way I care to. You on the other hand should focus on winning. I just saw a certain woman at the entrance of the forest dressed like you do; red leather, blonde ponytail, and a sword in hand."

Fionna froze. A sword in hand? Was it...? Could it be....?

Marcus chuckled darkly, clicking his tongue. "Well it seems to be you’re more familiar with her than I myself. I shall wait for your eventual defeat in view of escorting you out of this tournament when this burdensome affair ends. Farewell... for now."

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