The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 280: The Power Of The Voice

Chapter 280: The Power Of The Voice

ZINA

Zina slapped her hand against her mouth, acting both surprised and lost at the same time. Afterall, it would do her not good to reveal the fact that she had the slightest knowledge of who the Screamers Pack were, talk less of the fact that she was in reality, a member of said pack.

The Screamers Pack were declared the Damned for a reason, never to be mentioned or talked about by any. And while she could have argued that she must have heard of the pack name somewhere, it didn’t exactly align with the fact that she had posed herself to be someone who was hardly a fan of history.

Yes, that was the current situation. Sometime along the line, the Screamers Pack had become history.

"The Screamers Pack?" She exclaimed in a voice tinged with heavy confusion, "who are they?" She asked, squinting at Ablanch. Perhaps her reaction was a bit exaggerated, but the young didn’t seem to think so for his face fired with a conspiratory glee as if he was about to reveal secrets known to no more than ten people.

"Forgive me for tainting your ears, Theta," he whispered, leaning down towards her, "the Screamers Pack were once one of the most powerful packs in the West. They were known to be more of an organization than an actual pack due to the fact that they possessed mind boggling abilities."

"Mind boggling abilities?" Zina inquired, continuing her half act. This time around, she was truly curious to hear about Ablanch’s perspective since he claimed he came from a family of historians.

Ablanch nodded vigorously. Lowering his voice to the point that Zina had to strain to hear him, he said, "They possessed powers in their voice. In wolf form, their howls were just powerful enough to cause a tsunami at the seas in the West, at the same time, they could calm even the most violent tempests. In human form, they could manipulate the waves of their voice to wreck results akin to sorcery."

"They are that powerful?" Zina mused, distracted as she thought back to the two occasions when she had screamed. Three in fact, except only two had an impact and those two times she had been with Daemon and each of her screams had only brought destruction.

"They were indeed." Ablanch nodded, "Of course, only the true blooded descendants surnamed Screamers could manipulate such abilities. Over the years, the true line thinned out until thirty-five years ago when the remaining members were finally executed for high treason against the Iron Coast. Now, there is no such person who possesses such abilities." He finished, his tone taking a melancholic note.

"You sound sad about that." Zina observed while they approached the end of the clearing where the rest of the party were waiting for them.

Ablanch shrugged, "Forgive my traitorous thoughts Theta, but I do not believe there is a better weapon to fight against that creature that appeared on the day of his Majesty’s return than a true blooded Screamer. Now that they are all gone, we have to rely on the unreliable Five Evils."

"A better weapon?" Zina repeated with a light scoff, "they’re just screamers. You make them sound like they’re some saviour of some sorts. Besides, I hear that the people believe the creature that appeared to be a figment of their imagination." Zina finished, remembering how everyone seemed to have ridiculously forgotten the events of that afternoon.

It was almost as though many convinced themselves that it was a dream. After all it had happened in all but a second—the damn Deformed was that fast. Slithering in and bolting away like he was an embodiment of the wind itself.

"Do not say that Theta." Ablanch answered, jolting her from her wandering thoughts, "The Screamers Pack were more than just people that possessed powerful voices."

In a much lower voice that Zina really had to strain hard to hear he whispered, "They had this ruin that could even more mind boggling things that you and I can imagine. In the hands of the matriarch or patriarch of the pack, they became literally invisible with the powers in it."

So he was speaking of the ruins of the Screamers Pack that was alleged to be missing. The same ruins that her mother had referred to in the projection. Was the ruin really that powerful?

"So what is this ruin? What does it do?" Zina inquired like an innocent student learning about something for the first time.

"Nobody knows. It’s the secret of the pack. Although they are persistent rumours that allege that the power of voice the Screamers Pack possessed originated from the ruins. Hence the saying ’Aro’kha shi’koru o’wahi kala’niktu sha’rilu’."

"What does it mean?" Zina asked honestly befuddled. She could tell that Ablanch was honestly enjoying flexing his knowledge. She never acknowledged it at first, but the people that surrounded her had always seemed at ease to talk with her despite her seemingly high position.

She never would admit it, but she enjoyed the fact that she could earn both their respect and friendship at the same time. Whether it be Seraph, Sybril, or Ablanch. Or even the stable boy that was in charge of cleaning and preparing her carriage.

"It literally means ’the Pack is lost without their ruins.’"

Zina squinted. Shadow was now within her sight and she could see that they were piling bodies—both that of their enemies and that of their own comrades.

"Does it mean their voice loses their power without their ruins?"

"Oh Theta, do not attempt to interpret it. Many sages have tried to understand the true meaning but have failed. Some say it means the pack cannot exist without their ruins, some say it means for the pack to exist, the ruins must exist. The point is there are at least then thousand interpretations to that one sentence, but the Screamers Pack were tight lipped about it even when they were executed."

"What? Their executors tried to pry the meaning of the words from their lips?"

"Indeed Theta. In fact, it is said that they were heavily tortured just for the meaning of those words, and yet, neither the Alpha nor the Luna of the pack said a word about it."

"But were they all killed?" Zina asked in a voice that was distant even to herself. Her legs were now jelly underneath her, and her world was suddenly spiralling out of control.

"Of course Theta." Came Ablanch’s assured response, "Their bodies were hung on the city gates for all to see. Not one member of the pack was spared."

Before he could actually say the word ’spared’, Zina was already falling freely to the ground.