The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 399: The Pain She Will Cause Him

Chapter 399: The Pain She Will Cause Him

ZINA

Even though her studies under Dawn didn’t happen for as long a time as it was supposed to. Zina still learnt a lot regardless... learnt enough in fact.

And amongst the few things she learnt, Zina was told that the seers of the old times sought a vision before their Alphas waged war. It was a ritual that couldn’t be over looked, and certainly one that Zina would not ignore as well.

Dawn during that late night when Zina had snuck off to meet her with regards to the vision of Daemon’s death also told her that no vision was terrifying, it was the seer that was in f at terrifying.

It was that night that the ever elusive woman taught Zina that the art of seeing could be used in more ways than one. Whether it be to seeing specific visions relating to people, or whether it be to track people down relating to a specific vision seen.

That night though, Zina and the woman had attempted to track down the Red Haired Wolf in Zina’s vision, who stood tall by Zina while Daemon died in the hands of the deformed, but that hadn’t been a success.

Regardless, Zina had moved on from that failure to learn other things. Precisely the art of forcing a vision under the brimming full moon.

It was strange, but Zina had been expecting her heat at the very least. But just like her wolf sensory system and her connection to the NorthSteed Pack that had been blocked, her ability to enter into heat was absent as well.

Which was just fine. She couldn’t imagine entering into her heat in a strange land filled with men that Zina only wished to strangle and kill. And she wouldn’t put it past her captors to try to force themselves on her.

Although that was an act that she was sure would end up bloodied for both her and the offending man for she would take his life or her own life before she would allow such disgrace to happen to her.

She had already lost enough of her dignity; she had no more to loose.

The sharp piercing pain came again, stealing her breath as well. Her chest ached, while a sorrowful feeling washed over her.

Why was she feeling out of sorts? And what was the source of this pain? The feeling was almsot familiar, and inadvertently, Zina was forced to remember the only walking Deformed that was present in the room filled with hundreds of the lifeless monsters.

Even though the Deformed could be said to resemble each other a lot, that one had looked particularly like the same Deformed that attacked Daemon on his coronation... and probably was also the same Deformed that killed his mother.

She remembered the disgusting look of... affection?—etched to his face. As much as it made Zina want to puke, she had no doubt that the he was the man who sired her. A fact that only increased the blood rage that thrummed in her veins.

She wished to destroy him until there was nothing left of him. Mercilessly bring him down until all he could do was beg for mercy in incoherent words for the crimes he committed against her mother and Daemon’s mother.

Sighing and massaging that area of her heart, she shut her eyes and gave her eyes while still facing the moonlight that streamed into the room from the open window. Although it was not an open window per say, more like a block of rock had been chopped off to allow for moonlight and air to stream into the room lest one suffocated in that dreary cave-like manor.

Dawn’s words came to her like the old woman was there herself, whispering directly in her ears. "Relaxxxx and give yourself to the moonlightttt, Thettta. There’ssss great power in ittt, a great untapped mightttt lies within ittt."

Zina did just that. She concentrated on the moonlight that streamed into the room with such rabid force that at some point, it felt like the light was sun-like, scorching her face deliciously.

"Now, you mustttttt imagine the vessel of your vision which you’re most comfortable with. That same place which has turned into a comforttt zone for you," Dawn’s voice whispered to her again, and this time, Zina imagined the forest of white flowers.

A place whose symbolism was still lost to her, and a place where she had seen both the best and most terrible things of her life.

What was she asking for? Nothing in particular. She was gambling on sparse time. Soon, a servant would probably walk through the door to check if she was awake, so she would take anything she could glean from her visions.

Whether they were good or bad, she would not be terrified of whatever was shown to her. Instead, she would turn it into a weapon to turn the tide for better.

If the seer not the vision was terrifying as Dawn had said, then that could only mean that visions were threads of events that could be avoided or not.

For instance, perhaps Xalea Borne would never have had his heart ripped out in such a violent death by the deformed if the man wasn’t bent to on killing Zina. Perhaps Daemon would never have been banished from the North if his sick and ignorant father wasn’t so delusional and controlled by his own Beta.

Perhaps....

As though one with time itself, Zina found herself walking mindlessly amongst the garden of white flowers. She could feel the moonlight still hearing her face in the physical world, but she was in a different world as well.

One that was eerily white from the flowers that decorated it and the beautiful sun that hung up in the sky. Step by step she walked through the garden on a pathway set in the middle of it. She walked for so long until the flowers about her turned red while the moon that hung above turned black from what might be said to be the coming of a terrifying solar eclipse.

But Zina didn’t stop. Courageously, she moved ahead until even red flowers became lost to her. Instead, what crunched under her feet were the naked bodies of defeated werewolves, forced to turn back to their human form as death claimed them.

The sound of a raging war reached her ears, and Zina walked faster until she was in the middle of a full blown battle.

Kairos wolf with his peculiar blue eyes was there, Zelkov stood tall in his Lycan Form, whereas Malik and Mandem both wielded a silver dagger each—their moves like well trained assassins even more lethal than any werewolf.

A loud snarl sounded behind her causing Zina to whip her head back, and there, she watched a familiar white wolf approach her with lethal grace.

Its fur was smeared with blood, and its eyes glowed golden. He was easily bigger than any other wolf there, and he carried himself like he owned the battle.

But that was hardly what caught Zina’s eyes. What caught her attention were two things; the first thing was the realization that Daemon’s wolf in that vision was obviously far stronger than the wolf from Zina’s last vision where he had died.

The second thing was the Red Wolf that was sprawled on the ground behind him... bleeding and whimpering in pain.

How did Daemon get so strong?

The answer came to her when he passed her vision form, prowling for something sprawled on the floor that Zina had never taken note of.

The thing had white hair and pale skin... her.

Then he let out the most terrifying howl that shook the ground, and petrified some of the deformed they fought against.

The sound rattled Zina’s core and stilled her beating heart. So much pain was etched to his howl. The kind of endless torment that didn’t exactly come easy.

His pain threatened to decimate the world and his enemies, and the source of that pain was Zina’s death.

The figure sprawled and broken on the floor was Zina, and inadvertently, her death had made him so strong.

But it had broken him as well.

And as if to lay that accusation against her, the White Wolf turned to her way, eyes filled with endless torment resting on her vision self as if to beg Zina to not do this... to not ever bring him such pain.

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