The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 395: To Meet Daemon

Chapter 395: To Meet Daemon

ZINA

Putting all her concentration on the Flanders she arranged them as Dawn had taught her. She wondered what was the new name the woman had probably assumed by then.

Zina didn’t see it before, but she had to admit that it was wholeselme and in the resting to wake up everyday with a new name for it meant that one lived a good life where each new day came with a renewed sense of purpose.

Just like Dawn, Zina had been forced to realize that in some twisted ways, her mother had lived that same kind of life. Even though she was bound and tethered, each day she breathed for the next shred of information that she would glean from her captors who deemed her as nothing more than a hollow vessel they could use at their convenience.

And let’s just after twenty-four years of watching her daughter forcefully taken away from her, the former Luna of the Screamers Pack, Ameneris, had a whole army of information at her hands.

"Theta what is it? You look quite determined like you’re about to do something. Is there something that I can help with?" Seraph asked studying her rigid stance.

Zina shook her head while a sad smile crept to her lips. "I will not be always lucid," she said to Seraph, "minutes from now, or seconds from now, I will no longer recognise you." She continued arranging the candles into the formation.

Seraph shifted uncomfortably as if she didn’t know how to say the next words stuck to her throat. "Your screams filled this strange manor hours ago. I didn’t know what they were doing to you, but it was hurtful enough that every single maid and servant of this castle could hear you."

"It was nothing," Zina said without hesitation, "but do not be scared when I can’t recognise you. If ever I’m in that kind of situation, avoid me if you must."

Seraph must have had a billion objections, but she nodded without hesitation.

"Are these people incredibly hard to defeat? Do you think the Alpha King won’t be able to find us before this marriage they speak of?" Seraph said, her voice growing increasingly agitated, "besides that, everyone in the manor seems to be speaking of the declaration of war that he has made. They said he declared you dead." She finished angrily like she couldn’t fathom such betrayal.

Zina admired the formation she made on the grind with candle. They formed a waxing crescent effortlessly, and the moonlight pouring from the window of the room was directly in view with the lined up candles.

"Help me light them up," She said to the girl and they began to do so with a stick lighter, spreading the flames on each candle wick.

Her captors were cocky enough that they didn’t believe she would harm herself, nor connive with her maidservant. More so after Zina had all but resurrected the one thousand deformed that laid against the elder oak tree.

Their cockiness was as infuriating as it was welcomed. They should get cocky all they want. When she would strike, no one would see it coming.

And with one strike she would end it all.

To answer Seraph’s accusations she whispered, "Daemon sent me a message with the letter of declaration of war," she said.

"A message?" Seraph said with a frown. Having helped coordinated Zina’s Spy Guild, the girl was probably searching for whatever could amount to a message in the letter.

"I didn’t see any message it could possibly contain." The girl finished, giving up on discerning it.

Zina smiled, "If I’m not wrong, Daemon is already in the West. His message is that before the next twelve hours from midnight, someone will make contact with me in this manor. Not only that, I fear he also meant to say that he would end this war before the Waxing Crescent."

Seraph’s mouth turned into an ’o’ shape. "I see," she said, "so it was a cryptic message. That was what he meant when he said any traitor will be torn into twelve pieces and hung on the walls for all to see...." She trailed, obviously still confused at how Zina could interprete so much from one line.

"For all to see?" Seraph repeated more agitatedly, "of course he was referring to the full moon! And the crescent moon as well all in one line. Wow, the mind of that husband of yours works in wondrous ways! The fact that you could interprete him so clearly means that you match him well."

"But his message doesn’t matter," Zina said just as they finished lighting up the candle, "since he must be here in the West, then you must meet him for me."

Seraph’s jaw dropped open, "What? How? Why?"

"I need my staff back," Zina said matter of factly.

Seraph blinked once, then twice. "But we established that the farther you’re away from the staff, the better, no?"

"True, but that has changed. You need to get my staff for me."

Seraph chuckled awkwardly, not keeping up with her. "Since you assume his majesty is with it, would it not be better if he brings it for you? Wait a second, how am I going to meet him in the first place?"

Zina had thought about that as well. Remembering the time that Daemon had taken her to the place responsible for his spy and financial network, Zina had seen things that she was glad she committed to memory.

Leaning down, she whispered to the girl. "There’s a gambling house in the West, the Lunar Den they call it. That will be where he is at."

"Okay... but how could I leave? And even if it’s possible, I’m not leaving without you."

Zina’s eyes hardened. "This is a command, Seraph. I can no longer easily leave this place as I wish. I must end this, and to do that, you will need to steal that staff from Daemon. I am sure he must be without."

Seraph recoiled back. "But why? Why are you suddenly acting like this?"

Zina sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her mother. The one she assured her she would forget but remember at a critical time.

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