The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 382: A Declaration Of War

Chapter 382: A Declaration Of War

DAEMON

Marcus and Fionna made it back at exactly eleven hours and fifty-six minutes. But the wait on Daemon’s part had felt like the passage of a life time.

Taking in Marcus reports on how everything had gone well, he stiffened when Marcus started to report on Rose Lightelf and her previous notorious reputation among the Red Sisters.

Marcus noticed that at the end of his report. Hesitantly, he asked, "Might I ask who this Rose Lightelf is?"

Daemon crushed the quill he was holding in his hands until it reduced into dust while anger shook his entire body like a lone leaf in the wake of a violent winter .

"Just a bastard under the employ of this man called Master. My mother wrote of her in her diaries. Says she is someone who will aide their great cause." He answered as the implication of Marcus’ findings weighed on him.

"I suppose you know more than just that," Marcus added carefully as though if he spoke more the he would poke at Daemon’s already sour mood.

"If they want to torture Zina, then she would be the person they will use." Daemon answered as violent images filled his head.

He knew more than anyone about the Red Sisters torture techniques, but none of them were as peculiar and unique as the mental torture of Rose Lightelf.

Notorious for spearheading the training of most elder sisters in the Red Sister organization, she had become a living legend truly known by a fear but whispered by many with her nickname ’the breathing death.’

Marcus stiffened knowing that fact just as Daemon knew of it. To think... just to imagine what Zina might be going through under the woman’s hands was enough to fuel him to undertake the dangerous sojourn he was about to undertake.

Marcus looked on grimly just as Kelkov, Fionna, Caspian, Gamma Karigua of the DireWolf pack, Malik Zorch and Mandem Zedd all entered the room, each person panting hard having acted as messengers to the three regions the same way he had instructed Marcus and Fionna.

Except in Fionna’s case, Daemon had been forced to send her again on another message, but this time to the Night Mages.

"Have you all completed your missions?" Daemon said circling the Marble map table that he had been mulling over for the past twelve hours when he sent out all his subordinates with letters declaring his blood rage and eventual vengeance on the very people that had gone against him and taken his wife.

Each dummy war flag was stationed the way he wanted.

Strategic. Precise. And tactical.

"The letters you’ve sent have been delivered amongst the three regions as you’ve asked, Alpha." Gamma Karigua answered for all of them while Daemon moved to his wolf chess table.

It had been a torturous twelve hours in fact, but he had spent the time well by imagining the one thousand and one different ways he will skin, burn and kill the Red Wolf and the mastermind behind Zina’s kidnap.

He didn’t care for any magic that might be involved, nor did he care that he was going against the world. Any who failed to ally with him was automatically his enemy. Even more so for any secret allies the Master must have made made for himself amongst the packs in Vraga.

This was not a war that he would fight himself—no, this war was one he intended to make sure the whole of Vraga fought, and his letters had made clear the same by stating,

’Listen all you Alphas and Betas of Vraga; you rogues and miscreants; you organizations and packs; you omegas and wolfless ones; the Alpha King of the North now speaks.

The enemies our ancestors fought thousands of years ago are back and have waged war on our ways. They intend to build a legacy of a Wolf that exceeds even the Supreme Wolf. A pipe dream for sure, but more scary than that it the fact that most of your packs or organizations as the case maybe ally with this cause.

You know this enemy I speak of as much as I do—it is the one they once called the Deformed, and they originate from no other place but the West that have repeatedly gone against our ways in the spirit of recluseness.

Now the Arctic North shall lead this war and all must follow. Any who backs out shall be considered a traitor to Vraga. Any who aids the enemy shall die under my wolves, and any who attempts to stop me shall be torn into twelve pieces and hung on the walls for all to see.

The Arctic North shall avenge the death of the Late Luna Queen of the North—Zina NorthSteed, and the rage of her mate the Alpha King shall be heard all over the lands and sweep over the West.

With Great Determination,

The Alpha King of the North.

Daemon moved the Deviant Wolf piece on the board, the only piece that he had an unusual love for and the only one that stood besides the Supreme Wolf Piece.

Maybe his love for the piece stemmed from the fact that it reminded Daemon of Zina. To him, the piece represented quiet strength, and that was the way he had always viewed his wife.

Zina might not have a daring wolf, but as far as Daemon, not many could measure up in strength with her. Not when she was tell a dreadful vision, or when she was putting people in their places.

Zina is strong; she will survive this, his DireWolf chanted while his Arctic Wolf growled lowly in pain. Lately, Daemon had allowed them to speak to him as they pleased. It was better than the murderous noise in his head.

"I do not understand something though," Caspian Vampage, his Enforcer said hesitantly.

"What is it that you do not understand," Daemon said even though the Enforcer, had the same question written on every other face in the room. Except Caspian possessed the courage they all decided to lack.

But Daemon knew the question they wanted to ask even before Caspian started.

"The Alpha of the Doomsday Pack from the South read his letter before us and the last line stated that the Luna Queen is dead but she is not. She has been only kidnapped, no?"

Daemon smiled cruelly as he made a move for the white piece, moving one of the knights stationed at the rear of the board to the middle where two black Lycan Shifters encircled it in what might become the Knight’s eventual death.

Or not.

"True, but to play the long game you must be able to show your enemies that you’re prepared to loose everything that you’ve." He drawled.

"Oh," Caspian simply said even though it was clear he didn’t quite understand Daemon’s mind.

Daemon too was afraid that he might not fully understand himself anymore.

Stuck in so much rage, he could not help but conspire all the way. Calculating each and every step deviously while avoiding making a perilous mistake.

It was best for the packs that didn’t know better to think that Zina was dead. That would only incite their rage further and that was what Daemon needed at that point.

That would also help him to weed out more traitorous packs that might have aligned with the Master. Already, he had sent a special letter to such traitors like the Matriarchy and WolfKnights...

...All that remained was to see how they would react in this war that would be fueled with bloodied rage over the supposed death of his wife.

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