Chapter 114: Acting Lost

Marcus pulled the long-chain away from his neck and put the smaller of the two rings on the necklace. The chain was far too large for him, but he remembered buying it specifically, so he didn't need to keep removing it every time he shifted. This way, he also didn't lose it. 

He stayed kneeling on the mandala mat for a while, feeling ashamed to have forgotten about Nyx. How could he forget about her? Camilla and Nyx looked alike; how could that not set his memory off? How could he stay in the cottage they grew up in without his memory being jogged? 

"It's not like I was any help either," Hunter added. "But you gotta give yourself some credit, mate. You were a vegetable for six months and have only been up and running for a month. Your other memories have still been a bit blurred-"

"That's because they were filled with Nyx, mainly. Fuck," Marcus raked his hands through his hair, holding them at the back of his head for a moment as he continued to look at that last photo. He took it the night before she was briefed about her new mission. She never returned to the Hellhounds again. 

With a sigh, Marcus pushed up from the floor and turned to the double bed, collapsing onto the cold duvet and instantly falling asleep to the smell that was uniquely hers. When he next awoke, it was early morning, and he was spooning a pillow. After yawning and stretching out on Nyx's bed, he walked to his bedroom with the box full of Nyx's stuff, including the bunny teddy he'd seen her hide under the bed. 

Putting the box away into his side table, he locked the drawer and hid the key inside a fake plug socket behind the bed next to the others. Then he went back to Nyx's room and fixed the door, making sure to close it behind him when he was done. He knew he would use it again at some point, but if Camilla were to drop by at any time, then it still needed to appear like the door was locked.

Marcus needed to act like he had no recollection of her daughter. He knew precisely why Camilla was trying to keep Nyx hidden from him, though he didn't think she'd figure it out. But after locking up her room, it was evident that she did. It was he who initiated the attack on the White Sands pack by pulling the strings behind the curtains. It was easy enough. Nyx was sent there as an informant, and they were meant to wipe the pack out if there was ever a need.

Camilla believed it was all her plan as far as he was aware. It was only when he dived away from the others on the day of their attack to find Nyx that Camilla noticed he was dodging and only injuring pack members as he sprinted through the territory. He locked gazes with Camilla before she 'died' as he held onto Nyx. 

Camilla knew that he'd planned on running away with Nyx and didn't want him to leave to do exactly that. But why not? He knew she was heartless, but he never expected her to abandon Nyx to that vile beast. 

Marcus knew, though, that he couldn't help her right now. He was still training his body, and he was being watched. Even though he was back in the meetings, it didn't mean Camilla trusted him. 

Another month went by, and another, Marcus still kept up the act that he didn't know who Nyx was. Camilla tested him occasionally by mentioning that she had a daughter once or would bring up a 'fond memory' of her. The memories she brought up, he would recognise immediately because he was in every one of them. But he kept his face unfazed and polite.

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As those months went by, Marcus grew stronger and started to secretly plan his next move. But luck was not on his side because the night he would leave to check in on Nyx's pack, they were called into a meeting, and Camilla announced that the Hellhounds were moving base. As she spoke of the details about their move, her eyes kept glancing in Marcus' direction. If he wanted to, he could disappear right then, but he was in a large hall with a crowd of one hundred people; at least eighty of them were trained warriors. He was good, but not that good.

"I know fleeing is not normally our way. But the White Sands pack has grown in size, and they have been expanding their territory into this forest. By next week, they will take over this territory. We are the last of the Hellhounds, and so I am doing what is best for us and the next generations. We leave tomorrow," Camilla finished and abruptly turned, leaving no room for questions or disobedience. The hall went quiet, and Marcus watched as the other rogues were either seething quietly or storming off to already pack their belongings. 

It wasn't much of a surprise that they were moving locations. If anything, Marcus thought they would much move much earlier. But he was glad it was held off to at least now. The only issue was that the plan he was starting to make was brought forwards, and instead of assessing Nyx's situation, he would just sneak into the territory, grab her and run.

This, of course, never happened. As soon as Marcus returned to his cottage, he found Camilla with Rudy and another one of her guards. 

"My stuff is already packed. I thought I'd lend you a hand," Camilla smiled, but it never reached her cold eyes. 

"You don't have to," Marcus replied politely as he opened the door and let her inside. 

"It's much quicker with two pairs of hands than one. Plus, I know what you're like. You'll just pack a bag with your clothes and not think about the T.V or fridge. You may be living in luxury, child, but it still costs, and I don't want to pay out when you already have appliances that work perfectly fine!" She joked, but again it was all fake. Camilla was using this as an excuse to make sure he wouldn't leave.

"Your acting must be shit if she is still suss about you," Hunter commented, leaving all the blame on him. 

"My acting was fine! She doesn't know me well enough. The only person to know my true face is Nyx. Even if Camilla does believe I have no memories of her, she still won't trust me. She doesn't trust anyone; that's where Nyx gets it from," Marcus argued back. He was confident that Camilla didn't know anything. 

"I won't keep denying your help. If you're so persistent, ha, thanks," Marcus shrugged nonchalantly and turned to his bedroom.. "I'll get my things from the bedroom."

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