Chapter 100: Nyx's Entrance

SLAP!

Esme paused, zipping up her backpack and squinted her eyes while rubbing her temples. Her wolf mentally slapped her, somehow, the sound making her grit her teeth. 

"What the hell, Is!?" She complained to her wolf.

"Get your shit together, girl! If I had more control of you, I would have actually slapped you. You're an ex-assassin just like him. Where's that fiery confidence gone? Come on! You've got this! You really have been relying on the vampires, tsk tsk," Isana ranted, and Esme could feel herself nodding along and smiling at her wolf, trying to get her fired up. 

"Okay! My shit's together!" She hollered back, shoving her backpack on the floor of the car behind her and grabbed her phone, sliding it into her back pocket before hiding the car keys again in the glove compartment. 

Climbing out of the car, she subtly shook her shoulders before straightening them and started to saunter towards the Hub. The roaring sounds of crowds and glass shattering echoed in her ears, and she found herself being lulled by it. Her face hardened as she fell into the rhythm of her 'alter ego', Nyx, the deadly assassin. She stretched her neck from side to side and felt confident, almost untouchable, as she grazed her hand against the silver of her knife behind her back. 

Nyx then cracked her knuckles and flexed her fingers whilst walking past the lineup of motorbikes. Pushing open the red wooden double doors, the warmth and sound of the busy Hub flew over her as she stopped at its entrance. It suddenly went silent, except for the music playing. All eyes were on her as she analysed her surroundings. 

The dusty metal stairs before her descended to the main floor, where the metallic lit up bar to the left elongated nearly half the length of the entire floor. To the right was a lounge area where couples were overly touchy with one another, and others seemed to arm wrestle on a barrel, with people betting on the sidelines. Further along in the large warehouse, strobe lights flashed, and dance music played. 

The dance floor wasn't overly packed, and she knew from that alone what sort of Hub this place was. The balconies following along the side of the walls overlooked everything, and she could see they led to two other floors. Nyx wondered if they had a system set in place for accessibility to the other floors because whoever owned those bikes outside all had a sticker down the side of the vehicles indicating they were part of the same pack or group of rogues. Those bikers were nowhere to be seen.

Nyx started to step down the stairs, stopping halfway down, tilting her head to the side when her path was blocked by a large man in a black vest and dark jeans, revealing his muscles on top of muscles. The werewolf's pheromones were potent, trying to instil fear in who he met. She looked up from his crossed arms, ignoring the almost unnatural bulging veins in his neck and smirked beneath her bandana. 

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"Are you the doorman?" She sneered. Unfortunately for him, his pheromones did not work on her. 

"Remove the bandana," He ordered, though he hadn't completely ignored her mocking question, his chest vibrated with a growl.

Nyx took another step down, arching her neck back to look at the man whose personal space she was almost going into, but he stepped back, looking uneasy. "Are you afraid of a little girl like me?" She mocked, pulling down the bandana from her face and smirking. She knew her own pheromones were telling the others in the room that she was someone to be feared. Unlike this walking set of muscles that couldn't keep radiating out such strong power, the werewolves closest to them had taken a significant step back, watching her warily. 

The 'doorman' cleared his throat. "It's part of the rules of this Hub. If you have a problem-"

Nyx chuckled darkly, interrupting the man. "If I had an issue, you wouldn't still be standing in front of me," She whispered, leaning forwards, but the she-wolf knew others in the building were still eavesdropping on the conversation. "As you can see. The bandana is down. If you'll excuse me then." She stepped around him and walked towards the bar, turning and leaning her back on it to survey her surroundings again. 

She could feel everyone's eyes on her still even as the noise levels increased again, and people returned to what they were doing before. They were a mixture of fear, curiosity, challenge and lust, it was strange, but she ignored them all, only meeting the glares of malicious werewolves wanting to fight her. A few flinched and looked away, while others stared back; when they did, she smirked, almost beckoning them to come to her. But they didn't.

"That was quite the entrance, Nyx," Marcus' voice caressed her ears, but he was nowhere to be seen. How was it that she could still pick out his voice in such a crowded place? They couldn't mind-link like the standard pack members, but it must be because they had essentially been partners on missions and lived together for years. Was that how he could see through her disguise? 

Although these questions filled her mind, she didn't let them show on her impassive face or voice.

"Are you playing hide-and-seek with me again? I thought you were past the point of being shy," She murmured; her eyes roamed across the metal balcony until she lifted her eyes to the balcony above it and met the startling blue gaze of Marcus. He leaned against the railing, his hands clasped together, wearing all black with jeans, a black fitted shirt with the two buttons undone, half of his hair was tied back into a bun while the rest fell down to his shoulders. 

Marcus' chuckle filled her ears a moment later; it was clear their conversation had a second delay as though they were speaking on the phone. "Come find me up here. The entry fee won't be hard.. Especially for someone like you," He winked and turned away, walking towards a sliding set of black double doors before disappearing behind them.

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