Chapter 111: The Good, The Bad, And The Bloody: Part Two

Nyx's arm dropped from her head, and her lips parted in shock. She scoffed, then laughed humourlessly, looking at Marcus like what he said was a joke. But after reading his facial expression, her lips snapped together, and silence ensured as her mind tried to wrap around what he said. She didn't know how to feel sad, angry, betrayed? This feeling was worse than finding out Marcus was still alive.

Why? Because she phoned her phone almost monthly, still grieving at her loss.

Nyx's eyes glowed a brilliant amber, and she squeezed them shut, pinching the bridge of her nose with her fingers. "Tell me this is one of your twisted, fucked up jokes, Marcus," She whispered. She knew if she spoke any louder, her voice would betray the swirling emotions inside of her. It didn't matter, though; she'd already shown Marcus that she was capable of emotions and wasn't as cold-hearted as she used to be. Right now, she was incredibly vulnerable with a man that might take advantage of it. 

"Nyx. I wouldn't joke about something like that. Your mother is alive." His hand that rested on the sofa slid down to her shoulder, and he rubbed her small shoulder gently. Nyx opened her tear-filled eyes that slowly darkened as her lips tightened from the pain twisting in her chest.

"Are you here on her orders?" She asked, her voice void of emotion, blinking away the tears as her face hardened and her body chilled.

"I have been ordered to bring you back. This was the only way we could speak freely without the others present," He replied gently. Nyx whipped her head to the side; he hardly ever softened his voice. But she couldn't tell if right now he was using this to his advantage to take her to the Hellhounds or if he was being genuine. She pulled away from him, her guard going back up as she stood and walked away to the windows. 

"I see," She replied, her voice sounding distant. 

Her mother had been alive all this time. Nyx had phoned her, leaving voice messages and even expressing that she missed her. Yet, she never picked up, she never reached out to her, and now she sent Marcus to fetch her. Two years she believed them both to be dead.

Nyx's hands curled into fists, and her eyes glowed again as her mind felt fragile and very willing to throw the reins to her wolf and let her go wild. Isana was furious more than hurt, and it weighed down on her own fragile state. 

"Would you have come found me if you weren't ordered to?" She asked and looked back at him, leaning her small frame against the window as she assessed his striking features. 

Marcus frowned and strolled towards her, stopping just before her as he looked down at her. "You know how it is. You've been on the run-"

"Heh," She scoffed and looked to the side, feeling rage boiling up beneath her skin. Marcus was like a puppet to her mother. If Camilla didn't give the order, then she may have gone the rest of her life believing them to be dead. Nyx had unknowingly bit her tongue to the point it started to bleed. Marcus caressed her face, and her lips instantly parted, releasing her tongue from her teeth.

"Nyx.." He searched her eyes and pulled his hand away. His own revealed her reflection, her eyes burning back at him.

"So, you still can't think for yourself. It's rather disappointing." Nyx crossed her arms against her chest and leaned her head against the window as she stared back at Marcus, taking in his sharp features once again. The longer she looked at him, the more sadness grew in her chest. She could almost see the invisible chains wrapped around his mind and body. She wanted him to break free from the Hellhounds, from her mother. 

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"If I was brainwashed like the others, do you really think I'd bring you here?" He asked gently, searching her eyes again. 

Nyx sighed. "But this is a trap," She pointed out. She knew the risk of coming here to meet Marcus, but it never fazed her; she wanted to know what happened to him and would find out either way.

Marcus chuckled and leaned his arm against the window, so he was closer to her. She felt his breaths ruffle the top of her wig as she gazed back at him. "One you can get out of," He said nonchalantly. Nyx searched his eyes and shook her head slightly; he didn't care that she was going to kill them. 

"Of course, he doesn't. The only one he's cared about is you," Isana muttered in exasperation, almost like she was rolling her eyes. 

"Why does Camilla want me back? The last time we spoke, she disowned me," Nyx stated, and he pushed her hands against Marcus' sturdy chest for him to move away. He leaned away but not by much.

"You know no one can leave the Hellhounds, Nyx," He muttered almost inaudibly as he looked over her head through the windowpane. His eyes returned to hers as he spoke louder, "You are either to be executed as a traitor or to return and complete missions."

Nyx scoffed and pushed past him, feeling too stifled against the window and paced up and down the floor. She could feel her mother's claws trying to reach out for her and entrapping her again in that awful environment. Nyx stopped after looking at her friend now leaning against the window, his arms crossed as he watched her, his face stoic. 

"You know it's funny how the Hellhounds don't want to follow any rules set out by the packs and the Alpha Kings. But they have their own rules about any who want to break free from them. Of course, they don't want information leaking. But I'm her daughter. Does she really think I'm going to cause any trouble? She knows my situation, right?" She asked, the vehemence in her voice growing as she thought about her mother. 

Camilla didn't want her back so she could see her daughter and reconnect. Her mother wanted her to fall in line. She could not deny the fact that Camilla really would execute her own flesh and blood. 

Marcus nodded in response to her question, and she scoffed, "We ran from my dad for the same reason." She then turned away after catching sight of the surprise on his face. "Whatever. Now I know the wicked witch is alive." She spat but felt her heart twinge from her words. With a sigh, she asked, "Tell me the truth, Marcus. I don't want to play games; my life is a constant battle for survival. I need to know.. Are you on my side?"

"Always." There was no hesitation in his response. 

Nyx searched his eyes for a long moment, trying to read any deception or flicker of guilt. There was none. Lowering her eyes, she then sat back down on the couch, in her original position. Marcus followed her, plopping down by her side casually until he inhaled sharply as Nyx grabbed him by the shirt and pulled his face closer to hers. Her gaze was dark and menacing as she slowly spoke.

"I will trust you, Marcus, as we are dear friends.. But if you EVER break my trust, I will personally rip your heart from your chest. Got it?"

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