The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 256: In A Stranger’s Blue Eyes

Chapter 256: In A Stranger’s Blue Eyes

ZINA

Zina’s journey back to the castle was one filled with so much frustration she feared she would combust from the force of it alone. She was so confused after her talk with Fionna, and she couldn’t help but be submerged in a feeling of dread.

Did Fionna know the man or not? A better question could be whether she had met the man by chance? But why would she hide the man’s involvement in the Red Sisters death. Provided, Fionna knew nothing of the threats that Daemon received and Zina was unable to reveal same. But still....

Zina sighed out loud, suddenly wishing more than anything to be on the comfort of her bed. She wanted to protect Fionna from the Red Sisters, but she could already see that she could do little in that department. At the same time she wanted to protect Daemon from this man who was threatening him horribly.

The jostling carriage came to a halt, signifying that there were at the castle. Zina got off with Seraph supporting her, and numbly, they made their way inside with just Malik trailing after her while wearing a sour expression under the hood of her cloak.

Zina knew the woman would be reporting to Daemon every single detail of what happened that night, so she decided that before she hugged the comfort of her bed, she would report herself first.

So instead of taking the wing that led to her place of dwelling, she took the opposite wing that housed Daemon’s office. Malik didn’t object, at least, she didn’t voice out anything of the sort but instead, silently trailed behind Zina.

Unconsciously, Zina’s hand crept up in her right shoulder at the exact spot where Daemon’s claiming mark was at. She caressed it absentmindedly, mulling over whether Daemon might also perceive that Fionna could possibly know the man.

He was far wiser and smarter than her, so Zina believed that he would figure it out to some extent. The only thing that remained a mystery to her was how he would react to that knowledge.

Zina was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t know when she bumped into something hard and was falling freely to the ground. A hand darted out, wounding around her waits his cold, unfamiliar fingers. Then she was tugged up only to meet the most vibrant blue eyes she had ever seen.

The man before her was a stranger, at the same time, he looked quite familiar although Zina couldn’t place his immaculate face. He was young, and yet possessed a shocking mass of silver hair.

But Zina cared nothing of his physical features, it was his eyes that held her captive. Or perhaps, it was her herself that held his blue eyes captive and not the other way round.

As if in a trance, she found herself transported into another place. But this time, it wasn’t a field of white flowers. No, she was at a battlefield that had seen so much blood some of them had caked under the sun, while some, formed small rivers.

A war was raging. Claws meeting each other, fangs ripping at other wolves. Howling filled the air, and the atmosphere was charged with animosity and rage.

"Child," the distant, but recognizable, hiss of Moon reached out to her. "Abandon that which you know, that which you’ve become familiar with, and delve into the world of the unknown."

Zina struggled; she didn’t want this. She struggled as if to untrap herself from the vision, but no, it held her captive. In fact, in her physical world, she could feel herself gripping the strange man by the biceps despite the fact that in the world she was transported to, all she wanted was to break free of his hold and his eyes.

Then she saw it; an army of deformed. All of them being controlled by someone cloaked in white from head to toe. No single feature of that person could be seen, save for the fact that the cloaked figure held a staff... her staff.

The staff was what was controlling the deformed, Zina realized with horror.

They poured in attacking werewolves. Maiming and killing without mercy and restraint while the cloaked figure swung the staff left and right as if practicing to the dance of a beautiful music. The figure might as well be a music master, the staff his music stick.

Then Daemon’s wolf, discernible amongst the mast of furs for its distinguishable height and mast came forward, growling and snapping his teeth at the deformed while tearing their flesh. A wolf with blue eyes stood besides him, and Zina realized that the wolf belonged to the man who eyes she had been captivated by.

Moon’s voice came to her again, "Understand it now, that which you think are conflicting visions conflict simply because they spell one thing... Doom."

Daemon’s wolf seemed to pause mid fighting, taking in the sight of multiple furry bodies strewn with broken bones and caked black blood. The scene was destruction itself, and the crows were already feasting.

Then Daemon looked straight at the white cloaked figure that was still controlling the staff, his wolf’s dark eyes brewing with hate and animosity.

The blue eyed wolf with black fur covered his rear, while Daemon’s DireWolf charged forward in the mass of Deformed with rage, reaching for the cloaked figure. It took some effort, but Daemon and the blue eyed wolf finally reached the cloaked figure who was still swinging the staff as if stuck in a samba dance of some sorts.

The two wolves charged, but the cloaked figure easily disposed of the blue eyed wolf by just pointing the staff at the wolf. Daemon howled in rage, and managed to topple the cloaked figure who fell down. The hood of the cloak came down, revealing shockingly familiar white hair, light blue eyes that promised ruins, and a face that belonged to none other than Zina.

Daemon, who could have finished the figure off, paused, shocked at the sight. It was in that slight pause that the cloaked figure with Zina’s face raised the staff and finished Daemon’s wolf off by swinging the staff that produced nothing but impact profound enough to deliver a thunderous blow.

A Red Wolf prowled forward, shifting back into human form. "You’ve done well, Elara. You are finally the wolf who is above every other wolf. And you shall reign supreme."

The woman with her face smirked, looking down at Daemon’s DireWolf as one would do some insect. Then she walked away, the red haired man by her side.

Zina recognised the Red Hair; it was the same very one belonging to the masquerade masked man that spoke to Freya Fergus in the vision Zina had previously seen.

Moon’s voice came again in the vision. "This is it, the disaster of fate."

Zina was plunged out of the vision only to realise that she was clutching the blue eyed man on the shoulders while panting hard. While a life time had happened in the vision, hardly a second had passed there at her real world.

The blue eyed man seemed amused, and Zina realized that they were five bulky men behind him that stared at her with veiled amusement.

"Well well," the blue eyed man drawled in a velvet voice, "who is this beauty that has fallen into my arms on this beautiful full moon night?"

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