The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 375: A Show Of Power

Chapter 375: A Show Of Power

FIONNA

"In that case I must show you first the GoodWill of the Scarlet Mother."

Before the Sword Red Hand was done saying what she was saying, she had already released the arrow that came flying for Marcus.

But true to a Lycan Shifter’s fashion and following Daemon’s orders that they be domineering as possible when they got to the Red Sisters’, Marcus caught the flying arrow by its shaft which was made of a rare kind of carbon silver.

The design of the arrow was such that both the Red Sister wielding it and the intended victim would both feel the pain of the silver. It was true to the personality of Val, the Arrow Red Hand who also happened to be a sucker for pain and everything related to it.

Val ate pain for a living, she made pain for a living, and it was no surprise that she handled a weapon that would constantly give her pain. Her hands had been burnt repeatedly by the Silver Shaft of her arrows, but she remained ever unrepentant in using it.

But Marcus was no different as well; he remained unflinching on making contact with the arrow, before he flung it forcefully with all his power at the direction of an Amateur Red Sister.

The arrow hit its intended mark, nailing the sister squarely in the heart and bring her both pain and death at the same time. The woman fell freely to the ground like a sack of spoilt potatoes and every other Amateur standing beside her looked on in horror.

Fionna was impressed on her own part, now she could see the reason why Marcus DireWolf had stayed alive for so long despite acquiring a large share of enemies in his endeavours for Daemon and the Spy Organization Fionna heard of that was personally built by Daemon.

The same Spy Organization she was she certain had a hand in her meeting of Marcus ten years ago when he posed as Kaliga the Merchant. But if the spy organization had existed for so long, then that would only mean that Daemon NorthSteed had already began to build his empire even before his father’s death and his banishment.

"You dare to kill on our lands!" Val screamed, nocking another arrow while Fionna scoffed out loud.

The black leather she was wearing was in contrast with the dark red leather of the Red Sisters, and she liked it just like that. It was as if her new attire when to show before her how blackened her heart was .

"Fancy of you to attempt to kill us first and then scream that we’re the ones doing the attacking, Sister." Fionna drawled, back to business.

Walking towards Val, she swayed her waist partly for the view of the man behind her and to remind the Sisters in front of her that she remained Fionna the Red Hand, the first Red Sister to attain the position of Red Hand at less than twenty years of age, and one of the most lethal weapons the Red Sisters once possessed.

There at the Red Sisters, war was fought with beauty and allure. Lethality was only associated with beauty, and unfortunately, beauty came in different forms there.

There was the kind of beauty where a woman could seduce any man she wished, and there was the kind of beauty where a woman tamed any man he so wished. And many more.

Rarely did one sister possess all kinds of such beauty, but Fionna’s popularity had more often than not associated her for possessing more two kinds of such lethal beauty.

Taken away by these people who initially wanted Zina, Fionna did not fight her fate instead she fought to have a place there. Just the same way she fought to have a place in the Arctic North.

"Sister," she said on reaching Val and placing herself directly in the center of the arrow pointing at them, "unarm yourself this instant or your own arrow will kill you."

Val sneered. "You do not have the right to call me sister anymore you traitor! And if you do not step away this instant, I shall have you experience much more pain than whatever you went through here during your initiation."

Fionna smiled broadly, and then nailed the woman in the stomach with her claws.

Val’s eyes widened, looking at Fionna with shock at how inhumanly fast and invisible she had been in injuring her. "Wh... what? How....?" She wheezed, her bow and arrow clattering to the floor while blood gushed from her abdomen.

"There’s a reason why I chose to be a Claw Red Hand and not an Arrow Red Hand, Sister," Fionna sneered, reminding the woman of memories of the day they had been appointed Red Hands.

It had come down to the two of them being the youngest, and Val had choosen first.

She choose the arrow, leaving the claw for Fionna.

"It’s because I prefer to fight with my hands, Sister. Long range weapons such as yours cannot possibly satiate the blood rage that has bloomed in me ever since stepped foot in here."

The woman fell to the floor while the Amateur’s circled them, their weapons poised.

"Your Red Hand will not die as long as I give her the antidote," Fionna declared, "my special venom burns in her veins and if you do not take us to the Scarlet Mother, then it will be burning in the veins of a whole lot of you."

They glanced uncomfortably at each other knowing fully well about her and the kind of things she had done before. Her reputation went before her, and those young women knew better than to dabble with fire.

But Fionna knew the call was not theirs to make, and as expected, the persons she had been waiting for opened the gates.

The Elder Sisters, or the Acolytes as they would like to call themselves. They were formerly Red Hands who had graduated frok their positions and now reported directly to the Scarlet Mother herself, and the they didn’t wear leather like them.

They wore a red, silky, transparent gown with a red cloth tied to the top of the ponytail braids.

The two Elder Sisters stared at her and Marcus with a deep frown before they announced. "The Scarlet Mother shall now see Beta Marcus DireWolf of the DireWolf Pack and the disgraced Red Hand Fionna who has betrayed her family."