Chapter 110: The Good, The Bad, And The Bloody: Part One

Marcus opened a door and pulled Nyx into the room behind him before he slammed it shut again. Nyx sauntered further into a room that was designed exactly the same way as the one she was in earlier with Davian. With her back to Marcus, she flipped her phone open again and looked over her shoulder at her friend. 

"Give me a moment," She murmured and turned her attention back to her phone. 

Marcus sighed and plopped down on the sofa behind her. "Make it quick, I've waited all night for you," He grumbled, and Nyx glared at him, biting her tongue from the words she wished to snap back at him, but she didn't want to waste any more time. 

Nyx pressed the green telephone button on her phone and put it against her ear as she stopped before the window and stared down at the masses of werewolves on the first floor. The phone continued to ring, and she started to feel nervous. Gabriel was the type to answer his phone on the first or second ring, but he wasn't answering, and it went to voicemail. She tried a few more times, but he didn't answer. Cursing under her breath, she hung up for the fifth time.

Her heart was pounding loudly, and she couldn't help the angst from showing behind her dark eyes. It was a good thing she was facing away from Marcus right now. 

"I don't think your friend wants to be disturbed," Marcus chuckled though there was no humour in it. Nyx glanced at his reflection in the window and could see his face darkening; he knew she was watching him. He looked very comfortable on the leather sofa, his legs and arms wide, yet his leg shook impatiently, and he waved his hand to urge her to finish her business.

Nyx's gaze snapped away from his in the window and hung up before going through her contacts until she found Niko's number. 

"Es?" Niko picked up instantly. She could hear his footsteps echoing and the loud background noise beginning to simmer down the further he walked away from where he was. 

"I can't get a hold of Gabriel. Are you not with him?" She asked, not bothering with introductions. Though she had glanced in Marcus' direction when he said her name. 

Her real name and her original story of becoming a Hellhound were never brought up even after all their years together. Nyx knew he suspected she kept this hidden from him, though and felt immensely guilty when he 'died'. She felt guilty because he opened up to her about his own miserable past when he turned sixteen, but she stayed quiet still about her own. 

But her past was like a walk in the park compared to his. Marcus ran away from home after discovering that he was an illegitimate child to the pack's Alpha. He was abused by his half-siblings, the Luna, and pack members. His 'father' turned his back on him, ignoring all that was done to him. When he finally became a rogue with his mother, she left him to die when type 1 rogues found them. His mother died, and he survived. 

"I'm working. I don't know where he is," Niko snapped back, taking Nyx by surprise.

"Hey, don't snap at me. This is important. Gabriel is in danger. I need him to not come here," Nyx snapped back at him. She heard him take a sharp intake of breath, and so she continued. "Call him, and tell him I already left and returning to my apartment. The one Lenny gave me."

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"Es…" Niko groaned. "What have you done? You are.. going to the apartment, right? I can't hear you walking or anything."

"I'm in the car with my headphones on! That's not what is important right now! Ring Gabriel. Now!" She ordered and hung up. She felt terrible for lying, but he needed to stay away, especially if there were Hellhounds in the area, and she didn't know if Davian was a friend or foe to Gabriel. But a few things she was sure of about the hybrid, he was more powerful than she was, and his master was Gabriel's enemy. 

Nyx sent Niko a message as well to tell her if he did make contact with Gabriel or not. She flipped her phone shut and plopped down on the sofa opposite Marcus when she was done. 

"Do I bite?" He asked with a wolfish grin, and he tapped the seat by his side. Nyx watched his hand then stared back at him expectantly. With an overexaggerated sigh, he hopped up from the sofa and rounded the coffee table, sitting comfortably next to her. At first, she felt a little awkward with his arm resting on the back of the couch, but when she turned to meet his eyes, she relaxed. 

"Nice disguise, by the way. The hair really made your performance pop a little more," He tugged on the side of the hood over her wig gently before resting his hand again. 

"Stop beating around the bush. You know it annoys me," Nyx warned and turned on her side, leaning her head on her hand. She knew not to be so relaxed around Marcus, but she couldn't help it. Seeing him sitting so close to her, feeling his warmth, and seeing him alive brought back memories of the past, the good, the bad, and the bloody. 

Marcus chuckled and sighed. "Where should I start?"

Nyx looked at him pointedly, and he grinned again. "I don't have much time," She muttered irritably, though she looked away from his souring face, feeling guilty again. "Look, I'm sorry, alright? Maybe we should have gone to my new apartment.." She frowned, thinking about Lenny, who lived a few floors above her and decided it was best they were on neutral ground. 

"Hey," Marcus stroked her cheek with his rough thumb. "Don't sweat it. The thing is, we can't interact properly outside." He dropped his hand to the sofa again, sighing.

Nyx searched his striking blue eyes before asking the conclusion she came to. "How did you lose their trust, Marcus?"

"They trust me," He scoffed. "Of course, they do. I am their number one assassin now, you know." He winked before his smile dropped from his face, and he became the stoic, cold werewolf she knew in the field. Nyx suddenly felt chilled, and she was reminded of how the Hellhounds really were again. Not that she could ever forget, but the memories were just that, memories. The atmosphere of the place was what made the rogues cruel. 

Nyx, however, was unfazed and stared back at him unflinching. She knew Marcus well; he may look menacing right now, but he wasn't going to harm her, he was either testing her, or he was done messing around with his jokes. The she-wolf knew it was a bit of both.

"There's no easy way to say this, Nyx." His eyes flickered away nervously before meeting her gaze again.. "But Camilla is alive."

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