The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 66: He’s Waiting For Something

Chapter 66: He’s Waiting For Something

ZINA

It didn’t take long during the interrogation of her for Zina to realize that she had been set up... and by none other than Daemon NorthSteed.

What she didn’t understand was how on earth Zoric Sofyr could bite such a flimsy trap. A vision on how to end the war? She understood foretelling the famine made many see her in an otherworldly light, but thinking that she saw a way to defeat the rogues was a bit too much as far as she was concerned.

The days rolled by in such a haze, and finally, Zoric’s eight days deadline went up. A deadline where Zina was supposed to recount the so-called non-existent vision.

Zina had been surprised at the specificity of the eight day deadline. That was until she realized the eighth day will be the time of the full moon. Either Zoric, or his advisors must have thought that Zina’s powers must be at its peak that day, hence she would have no choice to spew the vision.

The overwhelming urge to smack the storytellers, who more often than not told tales of a great Seers power losing control on the night of the full moon, filled her. As far as she was concerned, they were the people responsible for her current predicament.

And while Zoric might have expected her to be shaken by his threats to take her life. Zina found herself simmering in rage as the ridiculousness of the entire situation all but stunned her.

Was this Daemon’s revenge against her? If so, he was so much more petty than she had given him the credit for. After parading himself as the dignified banished prince that was winning the war against the rogues, he dared to bring her down in such a humiliating way.

Being at the Rogues camp filled her nostrils with the never ending dank tangy smell of lone wolves without a pack. Their aloofness and despondence got to her, triggering memories she would rather have buried.

She remembered the time when her adoptive mother had all but told her that being an aberrant—a runt—was no better than a rogue for a wolfless person could not submit to a pack the same manner a rogue refused to submit to one.

She quickly shook off the hateful memory. No, she had come a long way to be shaken by such insignificant things. Whether she liked it or not... whether she asked for it or not, she was Zina WolfKnight, Theta of the NorthSteed Pack and of all the Arctic North united under its banner.

She was the woman chanted as the Orathmir

—the seer of all—the very nickname bestowed upon her by the late Alpha King. As Theta, many a chains of slavery had been broken by her, many in despair had been rescued from their despair. She, Zina WolfKnight, the abandoned one had lent many that despaired a ray of hope in their dank, dark life.

She would not cower before any man—especially a coward like Zoric Sofyr, the son of a man who started a meaningless war.

"Have you remembered it yet?" Zoric’s voice interrupted her thoughts as he entered whatever room Zina was being held in.

Zina tipped her chin up haughtily. "Please torture me already. I am afraid that merely asking me stupid questions is not enough to loosen my tongue."

"Do you think I am stupid?" He said, and Zina felt him leaning down by his breath that harshly caressed her face.

"While you haven’t given me any reason to think otherwise, why would you ask that?" Zina said, because as far as she was concerned, Zoric was a man who was currently chasing the air of his father’s legacy. The man who once held the reins of the Arising Rogue Army for six years was now dead, and Zoric had to prove himself capable of carrying that mantle.

It was quite terrifying—although honestly not unexpected—how Daemon figured that much. Knowing that no sane man would have gone with his bait, Daemon had accurately predicted that after losing his father, Zoric would no longer be a sane man.

And like a werewolf stuck in a game of chess, Zoric had allowed himself to be played. Zina feared too that she was also just a piece in one giant game she was unaware of.

Zina knew that much because ever since she was abducted, a sense of foreboding had engulfed her, taking her captive. That sense of foreboding always took her mind back to the vision that her younger self had told her.

When the flake falls from your eyes, beware of the first man it shall meet.

"I know that Daemon intends to involve the WolfKnights in this war by misleading me with you and your so-called visions." Zoric boasted as if he had come about a rare vital that held an essence that could make a werewolf more powerful than a Supreme Shifter.

Zoric continued in a leering voice. "However the banished prince doesn’t know that my father has long made plans against the WolfKnight Pack in the case your pack makes a move against us. I fear the banished prince will be the one walking into my trap instead." He finished with a glee.

Zina, unable to stop herself dissolved into full blown laughter. She cackled and cackled until her throat and chest were hurting her simultaneously.

Zoric’s hand gripped her forearm heatedly. "What.Is.So.Funny?" He gritted out.

"No wonder your father never allowed you to lead the war until recently," Zina sneered, attempting to tug back her arm from his vise grip. "It would seem to me as though you’re unaware of the man you’re against. Do you seriously think Daemon NorthSteed would make such an obvious move against you? Do you believe the man you have been fighting for six years to be that stupid?!"

Zina was shouting at the end because Zoric’s stupidity now seemed to be the root of her problems. If only he had ignored the bait Daemon set out for him, Zina would have reached Daemon’s camp and be finally done with the six years of suspense that had taken her dreams captive.

"What else would he be capable of?" Zoric retorted in a false attempt to sound bold, "surely you do not think the NorthSteed Pack or the entirety of the Arctic North would send their army just for you?"

Zina shut her eyes tightly as a headache threatened to tear her head apart.

"That man is capable of anything." Zina finally said, her voice taking on a lower, deadlier tone. "Why else do you think he has not made any move in the past eight days?"

"Because he has been waiting for the full moon as I have been waiting too!" Zoric screamed, as if shouting would make his words any true.

That moment, Zina decided to confront her other true self... the part of herself that obsessed over Daemon that she tucked to one side.

In the nights when Daemon plagued her dreams, asking her if she had seen a vision of when she would die, Zina would later obsess over the war reports delivered to the Temple.

Seraph would pour over all the words, the strategies, and Zina like a man dying of thirst would drink everything in like her life depended on them. Her ears heard the words, and her brain processed their meanings.

Everything about Daemon’s moves, his lost wars, his victories, his moving from the border of glaciers to the GreenLands never escaped Zina. She swallowed every drop of information in a bid to understand the man she had supposedly destroyed... in a bid to know him more.

It was then that Zina realized that Daemon was terrifyingly patient. He could suffer a thousand defeats, but just one attack from him would totally destabilize the scale of the war. He never rushed into a battle and each decision he made was carefully woven in his mind.

He was true to his name Unia alright, and even truer to his ruthless side the ripper.

"You fool," Zina muttered so lowly that she was sure Zoric strained to hear her, "Daemon has not been waiting for the full moon. He has been waiting for something."

The wind carried into the room at the moment, whistling past them and the silence that now engulfed the room. That silence was shattered when the door was slammed open. The panicked voice of the woman from earlier, the same one that abducted Zina carried through.

"We are being attacked...."

"Then prepare the defenses we have long prepared." Zoric snapped angrily, his frustration evident in his voice.

"You do not understand! It is not the banished prince nor the WolfKnights that attacks us, it is the Matriarchy Pack!"