Chapter 106: Blaze?

Nyx strolled down the long corridor, the flickering lights above her making it appear gloomier with its grey concrete walls and floors. At the other end was another set of double doors with two bulky men guarding them.

"Haha! So, you are the one who has made all this racket?" The man on the left exclaimed with a wide grin. Nyx shrugged, stopping just before them and tilted her head to the side, wondering why they were blocking her exit. 

"Here, you will need this to gain entry to the floor above," The other guard handed her a golden card with a white crescent moon on it. Nyx turned it around and scrutinised it; it was so simple. 

"Is this all I need?" She asked, looking back at the guard who gave it to her. 

"Yes, make sure to keep it if you plan on returning to the Hub in the future," He replied, and the pair stepped aside. 

Nyx waved the card and muttered thanks before passing through the doors leading to some black metallic stairs with lights on the railings, lighting up the path. She emerged on the floor, where she once again heard the crowds shouting and betting for the multiple fights ongoing. Nyx pulled her hood up, but it didn't stop people from glancing at her. She sent a wave of pheromones out of her and the people who started to go in her direction, with amazement on their faces and questions on their lips, halted on the spot. 

She did not want them approaching her, and it was better they knew just how dangerous she was. She watched in her peripheral vision as people shivered and backed away from her. The she-wolf began to ignore them as their questions were whispered among each other; she kept observing her surroundings, looking for anyone she might recognise. So far, there were none. 

Releasing her breath, Nyx walked through the parting crowd and headed towards another set of stairs at the far end of the floor. Again, men were guarding the area. She raised the card between her index and middle finger, revealing the crescent moon. The guards nodded their heads and let her pass. 

"So bloody simple after that," Isana grumbled. "Couldn't those cards be copied, though?"

"Hmm," Nyx eyed the card as she walked up the long stairs. She rubbed her thumb and fingers across the material, there was something strange she sensed from it, but she couldn't quite explain it. "I don't think you can. Plus, it wasn't tough to get access to these floors. It's just time-consuming."

Nyx stopped at the top of the stairs, putting her card into her sleeve as she assessed the floor she now stood on. It was quieter and had the same sort of atmosphere as ONYX; it was more refined. The dark mood lighting gave it a sense of mystery along with the dark floors and navy walls. The long bar that seemed to be at the centre of the floor was navy with a white marble surface along with fancy golden bar stools and grey cushioned back seats. A few tables were scattered around the floor, and luxurious navy cushioned sofas. 

Nyx whipped her hair back to the stairs and looked back at where she stood. 

How were the environments so different? 

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"This must be the waiting area," Isana added to her thoughts. Nyx directed her line of sight to the door at the far end of the floor; she knew Marcus must be through that door wherever that led. That door was also guarded; this was the first time she'd seen a Hub so heavily guarded. Whoever was in charge was meticulous and seemed to take pride in such a place. Then again, this was the floor for high paying information, which may be why everything was of a more luxurious standard than the floors below. 

Nyx sighed and strolled towards the bar, her friend was yet to show up, but first, she wanted something to drink. Her mouth was parched from fighting. She stopped at the almost empty bar except for one man drinking by himself and the bartender. 

"What can I get you?" The bartender asked.

"Just water, please," She ordered and scratched at her scalp below the wig as he turned his back to her. The wig was itchy and annoying to wear, but she only had to put up with it for a bit longer. "Thanks." She picked up the freshly placed glass of water and almost chugged it down in one go. 

"Another?" He asked with a raised brow. 

"Please." She turned her head to the side after hearing a low chuckle. The man a few seats away from her stared at her. 

Nyx frowned slightly after recognising him. The man's dishevelled black hair fell over his forehead, and his crystal blue eyes were sharp and piercing. "Blaze?" She asked, and he smirked. "I thought you'd be in one of the other arena's," She confessed, though it was more of a guess and was only filling in conversation while she had a brief rest. He was the one to draw with Dean, but looking at him now on closer inspection and from fighting the other werewolf, there was no way Dean would have beat him.

There was something about this werewolf that was bristling with power and strength. 

"Hmmm, I was not here to fight. Just like you," Blaze replied in a quiet voice as he approached her and sat down in the barstool next to her, holding his glass of what she knew to be whiskey from its strong smell. Nyx eyed him warily and parted her lips to question him further, but her pocket vibrated. 

She pulled her phone out of her pocket and inhaled sharply at the name on the phone. Blaze chuckled and pointed his finger up, gaining the bartender's attention and tapping on his glass. "Another."

"Yes, sir."

He wasn't that polite to her. Whatever, she had a more significant problem right now. She flipped open the phone. "Hello?"

"Didn't I tell you to stay here?"

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