Chapter 115: The Brief

Like Nyx, he didn't have many belongings, leaving his bedroom just as bare as hers beside his clothes. He packed his bags quickly and hid the few belongings of Nyx he'd sneaked out of her room over the months. Soon after, he returned to Camilla in the living room that had no furnishings in now. 

"Two bags!? I wasn't expecting so much," Camilla jested and shook her head. Marcus forced a chuckle at Camilla's blatant attempt at hiding the fact that she was monitoring him. "Rudy put his things in the car. He'll ride with us."

"He has legs he can go himself.." Rudy said irritably until he met Camilla's cold gaze; he stopped speaking and instantly picked the bags up from the ground, grumbling something incoherently as he left through the front door. 

"We're leaving this evening. We need to organise who will stay where. You know what the others would get like if we just left them to fight over their accommodation," Camilla muttered, crossing her arms before turning to leave. "Oh, and I apologise in advance."

Marcus tilted his head to the side then suddenly heard the floor creak behind him. He dodged a blow to his head then blocked the rogue, who was one of Camilla's guards. Was this all a distraction to kill him? No, he would be a waste of talent if they killed him. He went to block another strike until he felt something smack the back of his head with a loud bang. Before he fell to the ground, he saw Camilla holding a frying pan that was now dented from his head.

He was never given the reason for knocking him unconscious and waking up in a new cottage in much colder woods. He was expected to not ask questions and, of course, act like he did before. In their new base camp, he was allowed more freedom which was the first sign that they were far away from Nyx's location. More months flew by, and Camilla ensured he was always preoccupied with tasks. They weren't all assassinations, and many of his missions were for him to find out information regarding specific packs.

As Marcus worked by himself, he used those missions also to form his own escape plan and locations he could go with Nyx after. He wanted to kill her mate, but his priority was to get her out first. But as he finally started to put his plan into motion, on returning to the cottage, he ran into Camilla, who was sitting on the steps leading up to his abode.

It was currently 3am. 

Camilla spoke up before he could question her, her gaze hard as she looked up at his approaching silhouette. "You've been leaving the camp at all hours, Marcus. You know I don't normally care about such things because you are my number one, my right-hand man-"

"Are you keeping tabs on me?" Marcus asked as he stopped just before the bottom of the steps. Luckily, he smelt like sweat from the mission he was returning from, so it was more believable right now that he wasn't 'misbehaving'. Though, before the whole situation with the White Sands pack, Camilla didn't give a shit about what he was up to, as long as he finished the missions flawlessly. 

"No. But when others notice your absence, then so do I. Your position and mine are the most dangerous to hold onto. I am only here out of concern for you." Camilla stood up and placed her hand on his shoulder and squeezed, piercing his skin with her claws as she searched his eyes with fake concern. "Is something bothering you? Or something I can help with? You know I am always here for you." 

Marcus forced his lips into a smile, even while his mind played along with the idea of killing her right then and there. But he knew she wasn't alone. Her men were hiding in the trees, waiting to pounce. If he tried anything now, then it was game over. "I'm sorry for worrying you, Camilla. I've been returning at odd hours because I've been checking the pack's night patrols. I will make sure to show myself more." He bowed his head as a sign of respect even though they didn't follow such customs. Camilla wasn't an Alpha, but he knew how to please her.

"You're a good kid." She released her hand and patted his bleeding shoulder. "Rest up. I have a new mission for you."

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"What about-"

"This one requires someone of your skillset," She interrupted and brushed past him. "I'll push the meeting back to midday."

When he arrived in the meeting room, it was filled with only a handful of people. They were all highly skilled, not as skilful as he was, but they were there seated at the tables facing a blank whiteboard. A projector was set up on a table in the middle of the room, ready to reveal who their next target would be. He didn't really care by this point; he would leave as soon as he set off on this new mission. 

But he did wonder who it was because the group before him were usually sent off in different teams. They were leaders of a sort, higher ranking and more skilled than the usual fighters. It looked as though this new mission was highly confidential. 

Marcus stood at the back, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed as Camilla sipped her cup of coffee and glanced in his direction with a slight smirk that fell quickly. If he hadn't been paying attention, he would have missed it. 

"Now that Marcus is 100% healthy, he will be taking the lead. Which I think you will agree will be the wisest choice. He is the only one capable of taking her down." Usually, people would disagree from jealousy, but they murmured in agreement with Camilla's comment. Marcus frowned, then his eyes widened slightly as she clicked the button on the control, watching him intently. 

Across the board were photos of Nyx. She looked underweight, tired, and anxious and almost always rushing in the images like she wanted to disappear or knew someone had taken her photo. 

What the hell? Where was she? Each image looked like she was in different locations and nothing like the White Sands pack territory.

"This is Nyx, you don't seem to remember her, but she was the number one assassin in the Hellhounds until she left and joined the White Sands pack," Camilla informed the room, though she was mainly speaking to Marcus. 

"Nyx faked her death and has been on the run since. The latest intel points to her location around here," Camilla clicked the button on the controller, and the screen changed to a map. The map had multiple locations ticked off starting from the White Sands pack territory. 

Marcus was tense the whole time, but he made sure his face remained stoic. 

"As predicted, the traitor is heading North.. I don't want to send anyone to her yet as the Hellhounds are still so small that I don't want to lose any more men. Until she is closer to Silver Thorn, I want you to plan how to get her and bring her back to me alive. I don't care how much you hurt her, as long as she is returned so I can have words with treacherous bitch." Camilla once again met Marcus' eyes narrowing slightly, but she seemed convinced that he still had no recollection of Nyx.

He could use this to his advantage. Camilla had put him in charge.

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