Chapter 116: The Act

Nyx stared at Marcus as he finished what he'd been doing over the last two years. Her mother had been keeping tabs on her since she left the White Sands pack and was biding her time until they were to take Nyx back to the Hellhounds. She drummed her fingers against her thigh until she paused after Marcus placed a black ring on her knee. 

She looked up at him and smiled genuinely, "I can't believe you still have this." 

"Of course," Marcus replied, showing her his ring on the long-chain he'd always kept around his neck before he slipped it back under his shirt. 

Nyx didn't care that he went through her belongings; there wasn't much to them except for the box of photos and her teddy from when she was young. Their situation right now would also be different because if he hadn't barged into her locked room, then he may not have ever remembered her, and he would do Camilla's bidding without questioning the action. Nyx was a traitor to the Hellhounds because she never returned from her original mission, and then she killed plenty on the day they attacked the White Sands pack. But when Nyx compared her loyalty between the Hellhounds, who didn't care if she died, and a pack who never helped her, she found it odd that she went with the latter. 

But that was the mate bond and the bond as a Luna felt to her pack. Even though the pack members knew she was being abused by their Alpha, they never tried to interfere or help her after. She shrugged it off; none of that mattered now. All that mattered was getting rid of this target that was on her back now. 

Nyx slipped the ring on her right middle finger, staring at it momentarily before glancing at Marcus, who had been watching her. "So, what's the plan?" She grinned wickedly, and her eyes lit up in mischief, causing her friend to smile back before they wracked their brains on what to do next.

This was followed by Nyx running out of the Hub, looking panicked as she raced towards her car, uncaring for the downpour and winds that howled against her. Her boots splashed through the puddles as she flung open the car door and climbed into the driver's seat. But as she sat down, Marcus appeared and grabbed her by the hood. He yanked her out of the car, throwing her to the muddy ground. She flipped up and backed away from him.

"Marcus.." She whispered; her eyes widened as he pulled out the knife behind his back. 

"I can handle her. Stay put," Marcus quietly called over his shoulder to the rogues who waited in the woods nearby. With those words carried over to them, Nyx sprung towards him as he swiped his dagger out, but she swiftly dodged him, flipping over him and landing behind him and kicking him in the back. Marcus tumbled forwards but regained his balance, striking his knife behind him as he spun on the spot, but Nyx turned simultaneously with him and elbowed him in the face with full force. Marcus flew to the ground, tumbling over until he landed on his back at a fair distance away. 

Nyx took that moment to go back into the car, but two rogues appeared from behind the bushes in front of the parked vehicle. They rounded to the driver's seat, but she was too quick by grabbing her bag and darting out of the passenger door and sprinting towards the woods. While she ran with the bag in her hand, outrunning the others who chased after her, she wondered if Gabriel ever did turn up. 

That thought was answered as soon as she entered the forest. A whiff of the vampire's sweet smell filled her nostrils, and she knew instantly where he was. Already there were three rogues dead on the ground, blood painting the forest floor red. Gabriel was here and waiting like the deadly God he was.

She turned her head and noted how the others caught up to her. 

"Ditch the bag!" Isana ordered. Nyx followed her instructions, their thoughts syncing on what to do. 

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Without saying anything, she threw the bag up into the air, above the branches of a tree. Gabriel caught the bag, surprised by the she-wolf's sudden action and placed it carefully on the branch. Since when did he turn into a damned porter? There were no words to describe his anger at the she-wolf who disobeyed his command and was now in a dangerous situation. 

Marcus had pulled Esme into a trap.. His thoughts trailed off as he glanced at the werewolf who approached Esme with murderous intent. Gabriel lifted his leg to hop down and join in the fighting below, more like killing this runt who Esme had trusted. But he paused his actions as he read his mind. 

Esme had already killed three rogues then collided with Marcus at full speed. Gabriel watched in awe at their graceful and lethal fighting skills, they mirrored each other, and he could see they were aiming for each other's vital organs. Nobody watching would be able to tell that the whole act was fake.

'Fuck, I forgot how quick she is. She better finish me soon; the others are ganging on her.' Marcus's thoughts flowed through Gabriel's mind as he focused on him. The vampire looked across from them and saw six more rogues starting to circle around them, but they stayed away from her. 

Esme was a Hellhound to be reckoned with, but the others almost seemed scared of her? Gabriel looked through their minds before looking at the she-wolf sharply. Esme wasn't just any Hellhound; he knew she held a title, and there was more to her past, but he never thought she was an assassin. He didn't have an issue with it, he had the blood of many on his hands, but he couldn't deny that the images and memories flocking his mind were a little disturbing. Not because of the blood and gore and the dead look in her eyes but because she started killing at such a young age, ordered by her own mother.

Gabriel was too distracted now to help Esme, but it didn't seem like she needed any help from his point of view. She swiftly made a move on Marcus that looked from all angles that she'd stabbed him in the heart. Pulling back the blade, it was coated in his blood. Marcus stumbled backwards, shock written on his face before Esme swiftly grabbed smacked the side of his head with a loud thud. He fell flat on his stomach into the wet dirt, the rain made the scent of his blood wash away, but anyone nearby could clearly smell it. Esme turned on the others and didn't seem surprised that all six of them attacked her simultaneously, but she was too quick and dodged each of their attacks. 

Gabriel wanted to go down and help her, but as if sensing his own thoughts, Esme let her mind slip for a second. 'Don't.' Her voice whispered across his mind. It was part of their plan. He would abide for now, but if he sensed she was in any critical danger, then he would intervene and kill them all. 

Gabriel sighed, leaning against the tree, letting his rage burn on from her stupidity and disobedience, along with the fact that he wasn't allowed to end this. He could kill them all within five seconds. Instead, though, Gabriel found himself searching Marcus' mind to figure out if the werewolf was really on Esme's side or not. But as he did, Gabriel couldn't hold himself back from wanting to see more and more of the younger version of the she-wolf.

The first memory seemed to be of the pair meeting for the first time. They were both children, and already Esme was holding a knife against Marcus's throat. But surprisingly, she sheathed it away again, and the pair quietly went to the living room. She helped apply ointment to wounds across his body, and it seemed to have made Marcus think differently about her even though she came off as 'heartless' to the rest of the Hellhounds.

More memories flooded his mind between Esme and Marcus, and Gabriel found himself unable to look away. Unlike Esme, Marcus' mind wasn't guarded, and he could go through it so easily. 

Gabriel was quick to see the different sides of Esme. She only allowed Marcus to see her slightly softer side. It made the vampire clench his fist irritably as his chest burned with jealousy, but then he released it. Marcus may have been the first to see Esme's softer side, but from what he could see, she didn't reciprocate his feelings to a certain degree.

Marcus and Esme, or Nyx as he called her, they were.. they were incredibly close. Close enough that it made him jealous. Through Marcus' eyes, he could see the fondness he held for Esme, even through the times they argued, and she would hold a blade against his throat, warning him to drop such simple subjects. 

Gabriel was about to pull out of Marcus' mind as he wanted to hear the truth from Esme's lips about their 'relationship', but he abruptly stopped as he fell across a memory he couldn't unsee.

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