The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 390: Making Important Decisions

Chapter 390: Making Important Decisions

DAEMON

Dragging along the Mage whose name was unsurprisingly, Zhrak of all things, together with Malik Zorch who ever since Zina had been kidnapped had never stopped asking Daemon to punish her, they made their way to the stables where Norima Talga and Zelkov were waiting for them.

The albinotic woman looked grim like she was being dragged to a slaughter house, while Zhrak glared at her in turn for landing him in the hot mess that was Daemon’s untethered rage.

"It’s good that we are all getting acquainted with each other," Daemon said, meaningfully looking between the Night Mage and the unaffiliated mage she had brought to him, "however we must get going."

Zhrak’s eyes widened. "You mean all of us?" He said hesitantly, "while I appreciate your great faith in me, your majesty, I do not simply possess the powers to portal one, two, three, four, five of us all the way to the West. I would die midway."

"Then die," Daemon said curtly, narrowing his eyes at the man. For some resson, Zhrak was yet to see that Daemon gave zero shits for his well being or his comfort for the matter. Being a lone mage who lived like a hermit all his life must have done one or two with his head for he no longer fully recognized the authority that ruled over him.

And to set hi straight, Daemon wasn’t averse to the idea of beating sense into him should it come to that.

The man swallowed. "Should Norima give me a hand then I might succeed."

"I do not have the ability to create a portal," Norima said like that was supposed to the most obvious thing in the world.

It was true that the ability was quite rare, hence why Daemon had been shocked upon learning that Melwyn possessed it. Right under his nose, the woman had been hiding her true colors like a chameleon.

Daemon was yet to address that lingering guilt of his. The fact that he was the one who had literally brought Zina’s captor inside his own house.

Understandably, Melwyn and Alpha Kairos had fought for him in the war against the rogues side by side. In the first three years when the war burned the fiercest, they had been there together with him, weathering rain and sunshine.

Little did he know that the slimy woman was in fact, a traitor that had been planted by his side.

Never had he been outsmarted in such a terrible way, which was why he avoided confronting himself over that failure. He would guilt himself for all it was worth it when the entire affair was over, but in the time being, he had a woman to rescue.

"I can channel your powers to create a portal big enough to take five of us," Zhrak said with an evil smile which hinted that he and Norima Talga in fact had a history that was beyond witching and what not. Probably a romantic one gone bad.

As he expected, Norima Talga, glared at the Mage, but one freezing look from Daemon had her behaving, "Fine. But when her majesty is safe and this is done with, I am expecting a compensation beyond becoming the leader of the Night Mages."

Daemon didn’t respond to that. For their sakes, and for the of the world, he truly hoped that would be the case. That Zina would return from all of this safe and sound.

Joining hands, the duo began to create an enormous portal. Mandem Zedd was already at the West, waiting for them with Melwyn in her custody. And while that was good news, the woman had sent a far chilling message.

Message to the effect that the Seven Witch Elders who usually, almost always stayed at their council building were suddenly not there.

For as long as Daemon could remember, he had always made sure that his spy network in the West kept an eye on them, and dare he say nothing like that had ever happened. The seven, ancient women always stuck to their old building like a snail on a wall.

The fact that they made a physical move for the first time in gods knows how long told Daemon that it was surely related to Zina—and he couldn’t think of any possible scenario to their unusual move that didn’t scream danger in red banners.

The portal was almsot created when he heard the voice of Caspian Vampage calling him from behind.

Gripping Zina’s staff which he had never let go off as of that would connect him to his missing, he whirled around only to meet the man slightly panting.

"What is it?" He said through narrowed eyes, "do you not find the summary of your duties l left you satisfying?"

The man who was usually snickering at some jokes or acting laid back most of the time suddenly had the most serious expression on his face.

"Your majesty, are you sure I am the best person to take care of the Castle?" He said hesitantly while Daemon stared back at him with his blankest expression.

Daemon had thought hard about it in the last twenty-four hours and then decided to appoint Caspian as the one who would guard the city and capital. That duty extended to guarding his throne and seat as well, which no doubt might involve guarding against the local packs who would want to take the state of disorder to finally over throw the NorthSteed Pack.

It was true that Daemon hadn’t bothered to explain much to his new enforcer save for handing him his royal seal and a summary of the most important things he should know and the most trustworthy people within the NorthSteed Pack that he could comfortably entrust important affairs with.

"Since it’s my order, naturally you’re the best." Daemon answered curtly, "don’t tell me you’re standing before me because you’ve doubts on carrying out your duty."

Caspian bent the knew, his fists jammed together in respect. "Of course not. It’s just that until three days I was but a stranger, and now, you’ve entrusted me with such serious duties."

"Then don’t fail me," Daemon said, having not the time to coddle any one’s feelings. He was strained as it was, having made a hundred and one important decisions in just twenty four hours.

Clasping the man by the shoulder, he helped him up. "Giving you control of the Castle is because I believe it’s a job you can do. Back at the Vampage Pack, I’m sure you’ve observed how heavy the mantle of leadership can be. So my decision was not made lightly."

Caspian looked up to him, his face set in determination. "In that case, I shall not fail your grace." He said solemnly with a bow.

Daemon turned, watching the now finished portal open for them. And without looking back to the city he swore on his coronation to protect with everything in him, he stepped inside the darkness of the portal alongside the four.

It was like falling freely from the sky. There was a lot of noise at first, and time seemed to be infinite, but then, they found themselves somewhere at the borders, landing cruelly against the hardened ground.

Daemon stood, shaking off the dust from his clothes while over fifty Epsilons stared at them like they were aliens fallen from heaven.

Before they could properly ask who they were, Zelkov took care of them as an elephant would an ant hill.

And then they made their way inside, straight to the gambling house which was the spy network’s head quarters.

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