Chapter 101: The Hub

So, there was a system set up. Which was fine; most Hub's did. Nyx couldn't just listen at the bar for word of mouth but needed to get information that looked to be on one of the higher floors, not this chilled out floor. 

"You call this chill?" Isana asked in disbelief. 

"No one is fighting here," Nyx replied to her wolf with a shrug.

"There will be if you keep glaring at people!" Isana scolded, and the she-wolf smirked, turning back around and raising her hand to the bartender. She knew the wait wouldn't be that long, even as a few complained at not being served first; they quietened when they saw who the bartender went to first. 

"I need some information," She said to the bartender, who shook his head after staring at her with his mouth slightly agape. 

"There are costs to get to the second and third floor," He gulped, making her feel slightly guilty and calmed down on the pheromones she was sending out. 

"I'll pay them. Where do I go?" She asked before her hand shot out to the hand that grabbed her hood. Nyx turned her head abruptly, dropping his hand and glared at the man who had come to stand by her side.

"What's a pretty little thing like you trying to hide your face for?" The man with brown eyes and a shiny bald head asked; he was also well built like all werewolves and seemed to have a little posse when she looked past him.

Ah, he had the aura of an Alpha, but it was faded. So, lost his pack and now controlled a few rogues; she could feel the arrogance pouring off him; it was almost suffocating. He was either used to a she-wolf submitting to him straight away or asking for trouble. 

Trouble it is. 

She spun on the spot and grew her claws, her obsidian eyes glowed a brilliant amber, and she released a warning growl. The ex Alpha's eyes widened in shock, then he growled and stepped closer to her, but in a swift move, almost like she'd turned into mist, she disappeared and reappeared behind him, tapping him on the shoulder. He turned his head, and she went to strike his face, but another man stopped her from hitting him; his hand held her fist, and he smiled at her. 

"You are here for information. You will be kicked out before you even get it. Tom get a grip; the she-wolf is not interested. Please right, this way." This new man let go of her hand and gestured with his other for her to go forwards. She looked back at the bald ex Alpha and glared at him before turning her back and walking away.

"Tom likes to pick on any new face. Test them out," The new werewolf said. She glanced at him and realised his attire looked more fitting for ONYX than the Hub.

"It's a wonder he got kicked out of his pack," She muttered sarcastically as they walked towards some more stairs and stopped in front of two large bouncers. "I take it you work here," She looked at his clothes again, and the man smiled. It was strange whenever she looked at his face; it was almost blurred, like she could not quite remember how he looked. All she could tell was that he had long, straight black hair falling past his shoulders neatly.

"Something like that. Information costs-"

"I have money."

The werewolf pointed his finger up. "Ah, money comes later. You need to get access first," He smiled at Nyx again, she knew he was somewhat handsome, but she couldn't quite get a grasp on his face.

"And how do I get access?" She asked in a bored tone, but the man she had been talking to disappeared. Nyx looked around and felt a shiver run down her spine before looking back at the bouncers, startled. 

"You gotta fight. We already told you this," The bouncer on the left replied irritably while the other clicked his tongue in annoyance. She wasn't speaking to them. Or had she been? 

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What the... Who was that guy? She searched her surroundings and sniffed the air. No drugs were being pumped into the Hub. Nyx shook her head; no, that guy was definitely real, he stopped her from punching Tom, and he was still at the other side of the bar, now hitting on another she-wolf who seemed to like him. 

Right now, it didn't matter who the mystery vanishing man was. She needed information and meeting Marcus, and to do that, she needed to fight. That was easy enough.

Nyx looked back at the bouncers and cracked her neck to the side. "Fine. Where do you need me?"

The bouncer to her right tilted his chin up and turned around, not waiting for her to follow. "Are you sure about this doll?" He asked over his shoulder as they climbed the stairs. 

"Pfft. Please, do I look like I can't handle myself?" She asked with a wolfish grin. The bouncer looked her up and down, which started off coldly but soon she felt the lust behind them clinging to her curves before he cleared her throat and looked away. 

"How'd you get the scars?" He asked, and she could see the back of his ears turning red as he tried to change the topic. 

"Fighting in places like this," She lied and cracked her knuckles together. "How'd you get yours?"

He stopped as they made it to the landing of the stairs and overlooked the other side of an adjoining balcony that looked over the floor she had been on and, on this side, showed a large arena with blood splattered up the walls. Crowds surrounding it cheered on at the two werewolves fighting below them. 

The bouncer turned to look at her. "Another Alpha beat my ass," He replied nonchalantly as he put his hands in his pockets.

Nyx frowned at his response. "You sound happy about that.."

He smiled and shrugged, "Now I don't have the weight of the pack on my shoulders." 

That was certainly one way to look at it. It was strange to hear an ex Alpha, opposite to how Tom is, who obviously wanted to still be an Alpha werewolf and this one who seemed content with his new life. 

A cry from the ground below her caught her attention, and she whipped her head back to look at what had happened. A she-wolf had jumped down and was crying over the dead body on the ground, the victor raising his arms up as the crowd either cheered or booed for losing money. 

The bouncer waved at someone before wishing her good luck and turning back to where he was guarding. A scrawny looking kid who looked to be in his teens and in no way should be in such a place approached her with a board and pen. He gulped and pushed the glasses up his nose, nervously looking for the bouncer for help. 

"What is your name?" The teenager with wispy blonde hair asked. 

Nyx sighed and looked up at the board in his hands. "None of your business," She muttered, not liking that this Hub seemed to want information on who wanted access to the higher floors. That information could very well be used. 

The kid scratched his head. "It's nice to meet you 'none of your business' but the title is a little long to be announced in the arena," He joked, and Nyx cracked a small smile at his attempt at humouring her even though he seemed to be visibly shaking in her presence.

"Nyx.. My name is Nyx," She replied as the sound of drums vibrated the floors and walls, and the subsequent fight began.

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