The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 62: Kidnapped Into The Unknown

Chapter 62: Kidnapped Into The Unknown

ZINA

"You were right in sending an army. The men protecting her were not particularly easy to deal with."

"What is our loss like?"

"Three hundred dead, a hundred or more injured."

"And it was just twenty werewolves they fought against?"

"Surprising isn’t it."

"She better be worth this."

"What do you suppose is her worth to Daemon NorthSteed? As far as I know she was the one behind his banishment. Say what if that note was a ploy... or something?"

"Does it matter? The woman chanted as the great seer by all is in the palm of my hands... that is all that matters."

"For some reason, I do not exactly feel comfortable with us having her here. Whether she be a WolfKnight or a NorthSteed, she is afterall the woman who foretold the great famine. Many packs, and even our rogues are grateful to her."

"Do you mean to tell me that I should fear a mere woman? Daemon NorthSteed has taunted me, and I shall return this shame in kind."

"Forgive me if I speak out of turn, but I still stand by my belief that you and your father—the gods bless his soul—have always sorely underestimated the banished prince. I think it’s high time we take a step back and analyze why he went for just assassinating your father instead of pushing for a crushing defeat."

Zina, an expert in the art of acting like a corpse stirred awake, unable to take the monotonous conversation any more. Surprisingly, her body wasn’t restrained.

This was the second time she was being taken against her will, and she was not particularly happy with the development. She felt the eyes of the man and woman who were speaking on her as they noticed the movement on her side.

Zina scoffed, raising her chin haughtily from the hard ground she sat on. "Yet again another man who takes a woman against her will to show his superiority. Will there never be an end to idiots trying to flex their muscles in front of a woman? One that cannot see nonetheless."

The man laughed at the obvious jab meant to wound his pride. "I welcome you, Theta Zina WolfKnight." He said in a voice that made Zina highly uncomfortable. Not that she would show it. It was then that it occurred to her that besides feeling for whether she was restrained or not, she should check if her body had been abused in any way by some depraved lot.

Her hands quickly darted to her neckline, feeling for her dress. When she was done with her inspection, sure that every piece of cloth she had on was still attached to her, she let out a breath of relief.

"Everyone is well aware of your vow of chastity," the woman spoke this time around, "you need not act so prudish."

Zina shot the woman a dirty scowl. She wasn’t aware that checking if she had been debased amounted to acting prudish. Like a woman stuck in an endless loop of a kidnapping fiesta, Zina asked.

"And why have you taken me in such an uncultured manner? Of course, not like I expect some manners from a movement that mindlessly declared a war that is still plaguing our nation even now."

All Zina could think of as she said those taunting words was about the women, men and children that visited the Opaque Shrine during the Taga Meetings, lamenting how much the war had taken from them... and how little the war had left behind. There was an anger that simmered in Zina alright, but she figured that she needed to think of herself first before any other thing.

Afterall, it was her life that was at stake at the moment.

Perhaps as a testament to her growth, the fear she had felt the first time she was kidnapped was not present. Instead, all she could feel was a need to prove to the man and woman before her that while she was blind and seemingly at their mercy, she was far from being weak.

Never again would she cower under such humiliation. Right now and then, she was a woman that had nothing to lose. No pack, no family, no friends... it was that fact that set her tongue loose.

"So your father is dead?" Zina quipped sarcastically, acting as if she was deep in thought. She remembered crumbs from their conversation, and the knowledge that Daemon had probably murdered Madlea Sofyr only emboldened her tongue further.

"I wonder how he did die," Zina mused aloud in the simmering silence that greeted her sarcastic question, "did he die under the wolf? Or perhaps he died under the woman he wished to ruthlessly take as he always takes the other women he beds... or should I say girls?"

Zina heard him coming for her before he even reached her. The man whom she figured was Zoric Sofyr wrapped his fingers against her throat, his loud growl of hatred and anger reverberating through the room like an earthquake.

He was strangling her, but Zina still had some space to say more words. "You’re angry?" Zina exclaimed in a muffled voice, giggling as his fingers wrapped around her throat even more tightly. "Believe me your anger is meager compared to what the people you destroyed their lives feel." she managed to splutter.

"Who would have thought you would be this mouthy." Zoric gritted, shoving her to the side.

Zina fell on her knees, but quickly stood, dusting her palm that touched the ground. "And who would have thought you would be this cowardly, Zoric Sofyr."

The man scoffed, as if in disbelief. Zina merely rested her exposed eyes at his direction, sensing that the woman was still there.

"You can’t see, and yet you know who speaks to you." Zoric observed, the anger in his voice gone.

Zina tilted her head to the side. "I do not think one needs to see to be able to infer that much."

"Fine. But I shall have you understand that here, you’re my captive. We rogues are not forgiving of much, especially insubordination."

Zina scoffed, unable to contain herself. "How dare you preach about insubordination before a Theta? You’re yet to tell me why you’ve gone to such lengths to bring me here. As far as I know, your quarrel should be with the banished prince. If you took me hostage in the hopes that he would come and rescue me... then I must question your intelligence and how it is that you’ve been winning this war so far."

Zina heard the woman whom she had almost forgotten was still there, gasp in something akin to horror mixed with indignation. Zina herself knew that perhaps she was going overboard with her words, but the lack of much sleep and rest in the past six days should be blamed and not her tongue.

So much for riding fast and hard. Who knew that unwittingly, the carriage that was supposed to take her to Daemon;s camp led her to a shortcut moving to the underworld.

"You’re still pretending even now?" Zoric said with all seriousness. His palm gripped Zina’s arm painfully as he felt the man’s hot breath brushing against the skin of her face as he leaned down.

"I hear you have seen a vision of how Daemon fu**ing NorthSteed can secure a great victory. Now why don’t you just tell me what it is and I will let you go?"

Zina, greatly confused at the man’s delirious ramblings, figured that Zoric had probably run mad from the grief of losing his father. But something about the serious, deadly way he said those words told Zina that he might not be mad yet.

At least, no mad man would send over five hundred of their army to aimlessly capture one woman.

Perhaps, something far more sinister than Zina understood was going on. One that she had no inkling about.

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