The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 363: A Long Awaited Meeting

Chapter 363: A Long Awaited Meeting

ZINA

There was a saying among the common folks back when Zina was still with the WolfKnight Pack. The saying went like, ’He who has so much to loose must be prepared to loose it all at any time.’

That staying had stuck with Zina surprisingly despite the fact that before she joined the Arctic North as Theta she had nothing to loose.

But over the time, she understood why a saying that was basically useless to her had stuck with her. That was precisely because she was anticipating the day when it would become of use. And that day arrived when she began to have people to loose, things to loose....

Seraph—the girl who trusted her even before Zina trusted herself.

Daemon—the man who loved her even before she loved herself.

Her mother—the woman who saved her even before she could save her own self.

Her unborn child—whose warmness reached out to her even before she could warm herself.

Zina officially had so much to loose, and the only solution that stood before her was that she be prepared to loose it all.

But there was an alternative. She could loose herself first before she lost everything. And that alternative was what she was gunning for.

The Red Wolf, Rowan took her to far place. On horse back, they passed an ocean, a forest of mountains before they reached there.

It was a conclave of caves. Nondescript at best and without any markings to set them apart from each other. But Rowan seemed to know which cave he was going to as they easily navigated the treacherous pathway inside until they came about a dead end.

Zina who had been committing the paths they had taken so far into her memory just in case she would need them stared confused as he knocked on the wall that was supposedly a dead end.

"Who is there?" A voice croaked like a dying thing. The torches that dimly lit the dark cave flickered at the sound of the voice, like they would do everything within their powers to rather not hear it.

Zina watched... waited... listened.

"What is dead may never die," Said Rowan.

"And what is dead?" The croaking voice came again, and this time, they seemed to be a creepy glee attached to the tail of her words.

"The wolf that crowns all wolf."

Zina’s heart thundered in her chest just as the sound of the bolt being drawn open resounded in the cave.

Why did it feel like the password was referring to her.

What is dead may never die? But why may instead of will? Those were two different words and she felt like they was an entire world of secret sewn in those words.

The wall opened like a door, and Rowan stepped to the side, gesturing with his arm for Zina to enter first like he was some gentleman. Utterly disgusted by the gesture, Zina stepped in only to behold a world far different from what she was used to on a normal day.

It was like stepping back in time. A polished room alright, but everything seemed to be carved out of stone. The chairs, the candle stands, the chandelier, the fireplace, about everything.

The woman who had answered them stared at her without interest while Zina gasped back at her. She was ancient looking. Face drawn together like it was pinched to the side, skin saggy like she had existed for twenty decades at the very least.

Her grey hair was so scanty that Zina could count them one by one if she was interested.

"The cave manor welcomes you Lady Zina WolfKnight."

Zina scoffed under her breath rooted in disbelief. Was this their next tactic? Calling her what she was not just to start their next round of manipulation on how she was in fact someone that is abandoned.

"It’s Zina NorthSteed to you."

The ancient woman’s pinched expression was unchanged. "This manor knows nothing of such name, Lady Zina WolfKnight. Now if you will come in."

Zina didn’t bother arguing, she just turned to Rowan right in time to see him smirking.

She followed the woman’s lead while Rowan trailed behind her. They went down a flight of stairs leading to the underground basement of the manor, and everything was identical to the receiving room.

Everything was made out of stone in one way or the other. At some point, Zina figured it wasn’t so much as ancient but so much that the Master of the Manor had a quite peculiar taste in designs.

And she figured the master of the manor was the one they all called Master. Even without seeeimv him, Zina could already sense a dark energy that seemed to hang unabashedly in the manor.

They came about a king winding corridor with a multiple doors on each side. The doors were made out of stone as well, and the only thing that distinguished it fro the walls were the handle attached to them.

They passed through many of those door until they reached one where the woman stopped.

Zina felt it... felt her even before she saw it. The door was drawn open and the sight inside stole her breath. Stole her being. And stole her life.

They didn’t happen successively. No, they happened all at the same time.

The room was apparently empty at first sight. The floor to ceiling length was as impressive as the silver chains that hung in the middle, thethering something to it.

Someone actually.

There was nothing else in sight to show that the room was a place for the living and not for the dead. Only the splashes of blood on the walls, and the dirty that was smudged on it.

But even then, those were signs that the room belonged to corpse and not a living person.

But Zina held her breath, even as the woman announced to the hearing of her and the someone that was thethered in chains, face obscured by bloodied mast of white hair.

"Lady Zina WolfKnight to see Lady Ameneris Screamers."