The Alpha's Blind Fate
Chapter 93: Alpha Supreme Daemon

Chapter 93: Alpha Supreme Daemon

DAEMON

"Zina WolfKnight, the Theta of the NorthSteed Pack, and my fated mate."

His uncle frowned. "You mean the woman who told the false vision against you?"

As Daemon expected, his uncle didn’t look to be that interested in the fact that he had just revealed that he found his second chance at a mate in the most unusual of persons. They were both alike in the same manner that they never bothered to think deeply as to the workings of such things.

"The very same."

"Why is she useful to the Matriarchy Pack?"

"The why is not useful to me as the reality that she is indeed useful to them."

His uncle frowned harder if that were possible, the harsh lines of his already gaunt face standing in stark contrast to the marble-like quality the rest of his skin possessed. "That is unlike you. Normally you’re interested in the why of the matter."

Was it truly unlike him? Could he be taking a reckless gamble with Zina WolfKnight... one that would prove to be too risky. Daemon still did not believe a word of what Vessira IronFang said about the woman, and that said a lot in his lack of oversight over how much of a hold he might have over the Matriarchy by using Zina.

Daemon had no answer for his uncle, so naturally he swiftly changed the topic.

"No matter, I have fulfilled my own part of the deal to a great extent. Now it’s your turn to fulfil your own part. Tell me, who or what is it that is responsible for my late mother—your sister’s death?"

His uncle simply stared at him for sometime. Finally he said, "Your mother used to call him Master."

Daemon drew back. "Master?"

His uncle chuckled, dissolving into fits of coughing again. "You see, your mother was a dreamer. She imagined a world where packs were the most dominant and powerful beings in Vraga. In fact, she took active steps into making sure her dreams become reality."

Daemon had not been expecting to hear that. In fact, while growing up, everyone said that Vassenda NorthSteed was a powerful Luna who ruled in her husbands steed. She made powerful alliances, and united more packs under the banner of the Arctic North. No one had ever spoken about her as a dreamer.

"Do you mean to say my mother saw what every other pack is blind to? The fact that organisations built on sorcery, hermit practice, necromancy and whatnot are running our world amok?"

His uncle smiled again, eyes looking distant. "In your mother’s own words, she wished to preserve the way of the wolf. She believed that the only way to do that was to preserve the practice of Packs, for that reason your mother abhorred the Five Great Evils for as far as she was concerned they were not Packs. She abhorred anything that did not follow hierarchy and the rogues were not exempted from her hatred."

The man chuckled. "Honestly, many hated her stringent views. I myself never really understood why she was so determined about it. Perhaps that was why I never knew what she did, for she later joined a movement that researched on a way to enhance the wolf beyond the confines of the Supreme Shifter."

Daemon narrowed his eyes, frowning. "That is a very foolish sojourn."

"I know, and maybe she realised it at some point. Your mother acquired the bond with your father and she was forced to move to the Arctic North. But before she left, there were signs that she was in a heated fight with her research companions. She would come back late, her face gaunt from stress. She was withering so leaving for the Arctic North proved to be the escape she wanted but...."

"But what?"

"When she left, she started sending letters persistently to me. She told me to look for the man she called Master, and said that she had made a terrible mistake because she was deceived. Turns out the research she had been an active part of wasn’t what she expected it to be."

Daemon thought back to what Vessira said about Zina. How much of what the female alpha had said was true? And how much of it was falsehood? She also spoke of some experiment done on the Deformed m, could that have been what his mother had been a part of? Or could it be a flamboyant lie?

Daemon clenched his fingers into a fist, thinking hard. There was a whole story he was missing out on. Perhaps, two stories even.

"Did you find this man? The one called Master?"

"Back then when your mother asked me, I couldn’t find him," his uncle answered grimly. "But now, I believe I have found him."

In a deathly low voice, Daemon asked. "Is this so-called Master the one who killed my mother?"

His uncle hesitated, his eyes seeming tormented like he was dredging up dreadful memories. "Yes he is."

"Then tell me where he is and I will end this already." Daemon growled, but somewhere at the back of his mind, he knew the story wasn’t finished yet if his uncle had to ask him to rise to power before he would tell him the story of his mother’s death.

What more could there be to it?

"I would, except I killed Master eighteen years ago, exactly two weeks before I came to see you when you were just ten."

"What...? You’ve avenged my mother and yet you asked me to wait for this day?"

Daemon was nothing short but dumbfounded.

"Your mother is far from avenged, Daemon. I might have killed this man called Master, but that doesn’t mean he is dead."

"...?"

In that moment, a sense of deja vu washed over Daemon as he remembered something that happened not long ago—the night he had claimed Zina as his mate.

Zina had been sprawled on a rock, fainted from exhaustion when Daemon noticed that he was still smelling large quantities of her blood despite the fact she looked to be without any visible wound. So Daemon had started to search for the source when he came upon the dismembered body of Xalea Borne and the unmistakable splashes of Zina’s blood almost like it spilled like a fountain.

He had investigated, and under Borne’s claws were strips of Zina’s flesh, almost like the dead man had ripped at the woman’s neck to take her life. The discovery had been much more harrowing than whatever could have taken Borne’s life and his heart....

The fact that Zina WolfKnight had died, but somehow still alive.

And yet, his uncle was telling the same story.

"Are you telling me this man you killed who killed my mother still walks on this earth alive?"

His uncle smiled bitterly. "Indeed. I shall now fulfil my own part and tell you what it is that you must fight. Master’s whereabouts are unknown and might remain so for a long time. If you want to find him, there are two sets of people you must get through; the first is the Seven Elders of the Witch Seers of the Iron Coast. They call themself a Pack, but in reality there are just a bunch of werewolves performing sinister things."

Of course it wasn’t easy.

"And the second?" Daemon asked, imagining a dark lonely road that would lead to revenge.

His uncle looked behind him, probably signalling at Shadow to come forward. "The second is a man known as the Red Wolf. Finding him will be as hard as finding a pin in a pile of sand, but he is important in unveiling the organisation that your mother got entwined with, leading to her demise. I also believe this man might be close to the one called Master."

Master? The Red Wolf? Just what sort of life had his mother lived?

Shadow appeared, a stack of papers in his hands.

The coughing fits engulfed his uncle again, and it took some time for him to come down from it. "Shadow will brief you on everything I’ve found. Truly, I have mixed feelings for whether you are prepared to confront this or not, but then again, you’ve actually become a man that I myself never dreamed of being."

Daemon narrowed his eyes at him. "Do not tease me, Uncle."

With the help of Shadow, the man stood on shaky legs. Watching his uncle like that almost made Daemon fear old age and sickness, but then he had never expected himself to live a long life with the kind of turbulent dealings he would entwine himself into.

The Alpha of the DireWolf Pack faced the Pack that were kneeling behind them, and Daemon too turned to face them.

His uncle began to address them with much difficulty in a strong voice. "I! Alpha Vallar DireWolf of the DireWolf Pack, step down today as the Alpha of the Pack for Daemon NorthSteed to rightfully replace me as Alpha! Today, you’ve seen for your eyes that he is worthy of the title! He has fought the fight, and he has rightfully won it!

"Today, Alpha Valla shall exist no more! And only Alpha Supreme Daemon will be known to our blood!"

The pack cheered in a thunderous howl, and Daemon felt the Pack link solidify in his mind as he became one with them. Marcus approached him from the side, bowing on reaching him and handing him a clean cloak.

"Alpha Daemon, the plan in the North has begun." He informed Daemon, and he nodded grimly as he took in the DireWolf Pack.

Finally, it was time to go back home and take his place. And not only would he take his place, he would fulfil his late mother’s request of him that formed the last sentence of her letter to him.

My son, if you’ve read this letter, I will not ask you to continue my path, but I shall ask you to avenge me for this injustice that I’ve suffered.