Chapter 117: Numb

In this particular memory, Marcus appeared to be in his late teens, eighteen or nineteen? Gabriel couldn't quite tell and wasn't bothered searching for such information, especially when his she-wolf was in the middle of taking out the Hellhound's surrounding her. He refocused on the memory and 'rewound it' back to the start, listening carefully to Marcus' thoughts and the words spoken between them, not just seeing the images like he did before. He needed to know everything before making a judgement. 
Marcus was leaning against a tree, watching the flames of the fire flicker at the campsite this group of rogues set up for the evening. They completed their mission and were regrouping for the night, their intention to camp out until morning. He was given different orders than Nyx on this particular mission, but he didn't know what was taking her so long. He looked at the time on his burner phone, she was two hours late, and the moon was already high up in the sky. 
Did something happen to her? No.. Nyx was highly dangerous; she couldn't have been killed. Maybe she was hurt? That was more reasonable, but then was she so severely injured that she was struggling to return? The questions started to build up while his face was cold and emotionless. But unknown to those around him, he realised that he was worried about his friend for the first time. 
He could hear the other Hellhounds starting to whisper among themselves, also questioning where that 'ruthless child' was. She wasn't a child. In fact, she was nearly eighteen, but he didn't waste his breath on them; they were all in their late twenties and had to take orders from someone like him and Nyx. It wasn't long after their whispers started that they hushed again once the she-wolf's silhouette appeared in the far distance.
Everyone tensed at first, wondering if it was an enemy, but then her scent flowed through the air that made them actually relax. That was until her scent was largely fused with that of blood. Marcus stepped away from the tree and stopped, it wasn't her blood, or it was, but she mainly smelled of her enemy's blood. His eyes fractionally widened when she came into view. 
Nyx walked almost robotically towards the small group; her eyes were fixed ahead, cold and distant from the scenery around her. Her clothes, her hair, and her face was soaked in blood. Her aura was more deadly and uninviting than usual, and there was a sudden chill in the air. Everyone made an effort not to speak and not to so much as a glance in her direction again for fear of being killed. She always sent a wave of pheromones to others nearby, but this time it was almost suffocating; Marcus could tell something was very wrong. 
She carried a paper bag and silently dropped it near the fire before continuing on towards the stream. The whispers started again, and the people nearest to the bag looked at it, wondering whether to open it or not. One of them did and regretted it, instantly throwing up behind them. The others didn't bother and moved away from the bag. 
Marcus turned away from them, grabbed his bag and followed Nyx quietly, stopping only a few meters away. There was a small waterfall to the side, and Nyx was heading towards it. Again, she sent another wave of her pheromones out to send any away in fear. It didn't work on Marcus, though; even when she warned him in the past, he still managed to get through to her, and he knew she wouldn't slice his neck open. He hoped, anyway. 
Hmm, she will talk when she wants to.
"Nyx doesn't speak much as it is," Hunter reminded him like he didn't already know this. "I think you should at least let her know you are here.."

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"You know I can hear you." Nyx didn't bother turning around as she pulled her waist-length hair out of her ponytail and pulled down her mask. Marcus parted his lips to speak, but his mouth suddenly went dry, and his heart rate spiked when she stripped out of her clothes and stood there in blood-soaked underwear. He dropped the bag by his feet. 
This wasn't the first time he'd seen Nyx in her underwear. It was normal among werewolves to be freely naked in front of one another. But normally, she would throw a knife at him to turn around by now. However, this time, she stood there and tilted her head to the side, uncaring as she waited for Marcus to speak.
"Mate, you're gawking.." Hunter was nudging on the reins of his mind slightly, trying to snap him out of it. 
"I wasn't intentionally hiding," Marcus replied as he wet his lips and glanced away. Even though she seemed to be somewhat daring so suddenly, there was something about her stunning features that unnerved him. Something was really wrong, and he knew it had to do with her skin coated in blood. 
"But you didn't speak up either," Nyx replied and did the unthinkable in front of him. She pulled off her sports bra and stepped out of her underwear, flinging them to the side. She was a bloodied mess, but he couldn't tear his gaze away from her. 
"And still you don't," The she-wolf murmured before stepping into the water until she stood below the waterfall that trickled down her body. Marcus gulped, following the water running down her. Nyx stared back at him, threading her fingers through her hair, rinsing the blood away. "Is this what you wanted to see, Marcus?"
At those words, he snapped out of his trance. Nyx was like an ethereal being, and she'd unwittingly seduced him so easily. But the sound of her voice made him look back at her eyes. Her voice was shaking slightly. She was doing this on purpose, but why?
"Get out," He snapped before squatting down to his duffel bag and grabbing a towel and his spare clothes for her to put on. 
Nyx raised a brow at his tone of voice and scoffed before turning around and ignoring him. He could see there were no more traces of blood on her, so why was she still in there? The water was freezing and had fog curling above the surface of it.. It was almost like she was numb to the cold.

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