The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 34: The Guild

Chapter 34: The Guild

MOON

True to Yaren’s suspicions, at the alley, a cloaked petite figure was waiting for the storyteller.

"You’ve done well," the voice of a young woman said, tossing the man a bag full of coins which he easily caught.

"Convey my gratitude to her." The man said grimly, pulling a cloak out of his bag which he pulled over himself.

Her?

Yaren watched them, hidden in the shadows. He wasn’t much smart, but who on earth would set someone up to do something that favoured Daemon? Their secret organization in the capital didn’t have such orders, Daemon hated such nonsense spewing about reincarnation and the rest of the nonsense.

And yet, in the streets of Bolem, a storyteller was declaring a banished prince to be the Great Beast Wolf; a god said to be the very origin of all werewolves.

"Your next mission is ready. Advance with care, she advises the guild to lay low after this."

The guild?

The woman whirled to leave. While the storyteller who certainly wasn’t ordinary, quickly exited through the opposite direction. Knowing that he would be wasting time to follow them, Yaren left for his original mission. The encounter stuck in his mind as he mulled the strange conversation over and over in his head.

Traversing the dark streets and alleys of the capital, Yaren came across the most popular brothel that was alive in the night. Women reached out to him, dancing, seducing and batting their eyelids at him, but he carefully avoided their touches, slithering away.

He approached the counter of the brothel. A woman who sat there, bored out of her mind yawned. "What services are you in need of?"

Yaren produced a dark, unmarked silver coin from his pocket. Flipping it in the air, he said in a low voice, "I am in need of a woman with eyes like white Jade, a beauty that surpasses the stars, and hair that spills like the sheen of the moon."

Yawning again, the woman at the counter observed Yaren impassively. "The woman you look for sounds suspiciously like the holy Theta. Unfortunately, we do not have her for sale."

Flipping the coin again, Yaren asked. "Is a thousand brams enough to buy her?"

The woman behind the counter stared at Yaren for some time. "A thousand brams is too small to procure a woman that looks like the Theta, especially one that still remains a virgin." She said crudely.

"My bad. I do not have more than this amount ."

Almost immediately, the woman produced a scroll. "The information you need is here."

Yaren collected the scroll impassively and flipped the coin to the woman. "A room then."

"Follow me."

The moment Yaren was guided to his room, he unfurled the scroll.

In two weeks time, the Theta of the NorthSteed pack will journey to the GreenLands. In her company will be Xalea Borne, the Grim Reaper. He is sent to murder Lord Daemon.

Yaren folded the scroll distastefully, highly offended. Impassively, he burned the paper over a burning candle.

The woman, still hovering over him, asked, "Does the Lord have any order?"

"He once had, but it seems like there’s no need for it." Yaren took off his cloak, tossing it to the bed.

The woman eyed him, "Does the order involve the Theta?"

Yaren said nothing.

Pressing forward, the woman asked. "What shall we do about Xalea Borne? He is after all the very man responsible for the countless bodies that hang over the city walls. I do not mean to underestimate the strength of the Lord, but Xalea is also a Lycan Shifter. An assassin one at that."

"You need not to worry about him." Yaren gruffed impatiently.

The woman merely regarded him. "I can see that you’re pressed for time. What shall I help you with?"

"I need information on a man called Lykom Lupus."

"More official information will be delivered later, but Lykom Lupus is Eldric NorthSteed’s lover."

"We know that."

The woman raised her eyebrows at him. As if peeved by his rudeness she said. "Lupus also happens to have acquired an unhealthy obsession over the Theta’s life. In fact, we have reasons to believe the Theta might not make it to the GreenLands as Lupus will insert his own assassination details in her transport details."

"We know that too."

"So what information do you need?" The woman snapped, clearly annoyed.

"Information on when his guard is at the lowest. Lord Daemon wants his life."

The woman stilled. Recovering herself, she paced the room. "We will provide that, But I wasn’t aware that the Lord wishes to start taking action now. I was of the mind that he is biding his time."

"It is a matter of emergency." Yaren snapped impatiently. "I am directed to get the job done if your house can’t."

The woman narrowed her eyes at him. "Lykom Lupus might be just a level three shifter but he has the protection of the Arctic Wolf and...."

"Excuses." A different feminine voice said in a low, menacing voice, interrupting the woman. Yaren merely looked at the door, appraising the newcomer that had joined them. "House Zedd have always been incorrigibly cautious. If the Lord doesn’t mind, my house will get the job done."

"And your house Zorch have always been incorrigibly impatient." The first woman snapped back.

The new company was wearing leather tight trousers. Her black short hair spilling around her obscured one of her eyes. She stepped into the room languidly, approaching Yaren who narrowed his eyes at her.

"I wasn’t aware you’re here, Malik."

"Well now you’re aware." Malik smiled shrewdly, ignoring the first woman who was now simmering in anger at the indignation. "How does the Lord want the job to be done?"

"As bloody as possible." Yaren responded, picking up his cloak in a show to leave.

"Rest assured, I shall have it done."

"Make sure it is done before the Theta leaves in two weeks time."

Malik took more careful steps to Yaren. "What about the Theta? Does the Lord want her head yet?"

"Mandem," Yaren gruffly called to the other woman who was still stewing in indignation, "make sure Malik sticks solely to her job."

"You’re no fun." Malik tsked, plopping against one of the couches and crossing her legs.

Just then, Yaren remembered the encounter he witnessed earlier. "Do you know anything about a guild? One ran by a woman? An organization perhaps that spreads stories among the folks?"

Mandem’s features twisted as if in deep thought. Once it clicked, she spoke in a distasteful voice. "We have reasons to believe it is a low-level spy organization."

"And you haven’t reported it to the Lord?" Yaren snapped.

"That is because there isn’t much to report about them." Malik inserted, "they’re small crabs. Nothing worthy of our attention, or the Lord’s grand ambitions."

"Well these so-called small crabs do not seem so small to me. Look into them, and I expect that before I reach East, information should have already reached the Lord."

Malik stretched languidly like a cat, yawning. "Aye, sir."

And with that, Yaren left the brothel, slipping yet again into the night like a shadow.