Chapter 112: Lost Memories: Part One

Marcus gulped and nodded with widened eyes before the pair burst into laughter. Nyx meant every word of what she said, but it was an ongoing comment from the time they spent together in the Hellhounds. She spoke those words for the first time when she was twelve and had started to feel a stronger connection to the boy. 

At the time, she was fearful of her own feelings; she didn't want to trust him because the closer you were, the easier it would be to kill. That was how things went in the Hellhounds. When those words were first uttered between the small girl and young boy, it was a pact between them. 

Nyx released her hold on his shirt and pulled away, leaning comfortably into the sofa again and resting her feet in Marcus' lap. "So, how are you and my dearest mother alive?" She questioned and raised her brow, mirroring Marcus' expression. He rested his hands on the bottom of her jeans and started to tap his right fingers as he looked away. 

It was strange to be sitting so comfortably with Nyx away from the Hellhounds. It brought back memories of the times when she was too exhausted to utter a complaint against him and would fall asleep peacefully in his arms. Or like now, she'd rest her feet on him without saying a word before they were sent out on missions. He knew back then, and now, she never completely trusted him, but she didn't trust anyone, even Camilla. But even though he considered Camilla his saviour, he knew all too well that she had ulterior motives; he knew enough from his past to read people well. 

It wasn't until their first mission together that he found out what those ulterior motives were. A few days after killing the previous leader, Nyx and Marcus escaped to the woods away from prying ears while the base camp was in chaos. It was there she told him of her mother's order. It was a significant risk on her part to reveal that she was ordered to kill him if he told anyone of the assassination, but he knew then that he was Nyx's weakness. 

Nyx was feared among the rogues, firstly because she was a great assassin, secondly because she didn't take shit from anyone, even him, and thirdly because of the bottomless pits that were her eyes. Those eyes that almost seemed dead warmed as soon as the door to their cottage was shut. But because of this, her power among the Hellhounds grew. So when Camilla became the new leader of the Hellhounds, that power grew even more.

That wasn't something her mother could accept. Camilla wanted to keep her daughter under control, and the way to do that was to create a weakness. A weakness that she brought home one day and left for her daughter to grow attached to. Marcus didn't doubt that his name was probably mentioned when Camilla and Nyx had their private discussions after meetings.

"Well?"

Nyx snapped him out of his thoughts, and he stared at the she-wolf who was comfortable in his presence, even after he told her about the trap awaiting her. But that was his Nyx; she was confident in her skills. "When I fell off of that cliff, I thought I did die," He began. "I don't know how I survived that fall.."

The last thing he saw before his body hit a rock and he fell into oblivion was the she-wolf screaming after him, trying to dive off the cliff after him. She was sobbing, crying out after him, and her eyes were full of so much emotion it made his heart clench in agony. He couldn't save her from that miserable beast and had failed in protecting her. 

When Marcus next opened his eyes, he found himself in an unfamiliar room. He had a needle in his arm, a tube down his throat, and his finger connected to a machine. But after his foggy mind caught up to him, Marcus realised it was the Hellhound's small clinic, and he had been sleeping on the bed. 

Marcus yanked everything off his body and coughed from the scratching feeling in his throat. He bolted upright and grabbed the glass of water he found on the cabinet by the bed, downing it and relieving himself from his dry throat. Once he finished, he put the glass down and instantly pulled the sheet away from his body, swinging his legs to the side of the bed. 

As soon as Marcus put his body weight onto his feet, his legs buckled, and his knees hit the hard floor. His outstretched hands stopped his face from hitting the ground. 

"Woah! Marcus!" A red-haired man with a scar running over his eye rushed over to his side. "Shit, don't just stand there! Get a doctor and get Camilla!" He shouted over his shoulder. Marcus looked in the direction this man was looking in and saw a few men staring at him in shock, then ran off with paled faces after catching him staring at them. 

The man by his side helped him up into sitting on the bed. "You should get back into bed," He said.

But Marcus stared at him for a long moment. "Who are you?"

The man's brown eyes widened. "You don't know who I am?" 

Marcus continued to stare back at him. He recognised him, but he couldn't say he knew him or how he knew him. Though something in the back of his mind seemed to growl and tell him not to trust this man. 

"His name is Rudy." A voice spoke. Marcus looked around the room for the man the voice belonged to but couldn't see anyone. He rubbed his temples, only then feeling his raven locks were down to his chest. His hands then went to his jaw, feeling the stubble growing into a beard.

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"Do you know who you are?" The red-haired man asked. Marcus looked at him, ignoring the state he seemed to be in and looked back at the man whose eyes flashed with ill-intent. His face and voice were annoying him, and somehow he knew he didn't like the fucker.

"Will you shut the fuck up, Rudy? I just woke up, and you're already giving me a headache," He snapped, deciding to use the name the voice told him. 

Rudy jumped up from the bed and looked at him nervously. "You seemed confused for a bit there. The doctor is on his way to check in on you, and Camilla will see you soon as well," He said, but his eyes were still looking at him suspiciously. Rudy's body was tense, like he was ready to fight.

But before Marcus could find out if the man would try anything, a man in a long white lab coat walked through the door. "Leave," He ordered Rudy, who stood there disobediently before the doctor gave him a look. The red-haired man left, closing the door behind him and continued past the window and out of sight. 

"Hello, I am doctor Ash. How are you feeling?" Doctor Ash asked as he pushed the glasses up his nose more and stared at him. The doctor had a calm voice that relaxed him more than when Rudy was in the room. 

"I feel fine." Marcus shrugged in response. "I don't know why I'm in here, though."

The doctor nodded in understanding. "Do you know your name? Or remember anything about yourself?" He asked while he scrutinised his features.

"My name is Marcus.. I'm twenty-three years old…" He frowned, feeling his mind was clouded, and it was hard to think correctly.

"You're a werewolf." The voice spoke again.

"I'm a werewolf.. I'm a what!?" He asked the voice aloud and looked at the doctor in shock. "Ha, sorry, doc. I'm a bit confused."

"It is quite understandable for someone who has been in your condition-"

"My condition?" He frowned back at the doctor, who sighed and took his glasses off, folding them and putting them into his small breast pocket.

"Marcus, you have been in a coma for six months. I would like to explain further, but I think right now it would be best to get some real food in you. You should also rest more," Doctor Ash explained before grabbing the board at the end of his bed and writing on it.

"How can I just rest if I've been sleeping for six months?!" Marcus demanded, almost getting up again, but then he remembered how his weak legs failed him.

"Marcus, your body has been through a huge ordeal. You were very lucky to have survived. And right now, it seems you are suffering from amnesia, this may go away within a few days, and your memories may come back. It might take longer or.." Doctor Ash trailed off and placed the clipboard back at the end of the bed.

"Or they might not return? Is that what you're trying to tell me, doc?" Marcus asked, but he didn't need to. The doctor's grave face said it all. 

Nyx gasped, bringing Marcus back into the present. He looked at her stunned features and blinked after feeling her warm hand squeeze his fingers. "Did you forget about me?" She asked, searching his eyes with concern. 

Marcus scoffed, "I'm here now, aren't I?"

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