Chapter 118: [Bonus ] I Don't Feel Anything

"Nyx, you'll catch a cold. Get out," Marcus demanded. Still, he was met with silence and no further actions from the she-wolf and only continued to wash under the waterfall like she hadn't heard him.

He narrowed his gaze, shoving his clothes back in the duffel bag before stripping down to his boxers. He glanced warily around, making sure none of the other rogues had any silly ideas of trying to kill them. Then he marched through the water that went to his thighs, expecting Nyx to turn around and huff at him for being 'dramatic'. But she didn't act like how he expected, and right now, she was the one acting somewhat dramatic. This was unlike her. 

"Nyx," He growled, and Hunter's voice came through, making his blue hues twirl into amber, revealing his wolf's annoyance. She turned around as he stopped just before her, making sure to keep his eyes on her face and not wander down her gorgeous body. Marcus closed his hands until his knuckles went white, stopping himself so he wouldn't reach out and touch her face, which he usually did when he wanted her to open up to him. 

But right now, even though the vibes she was giving off scared the others away, he could see a flicker of fragility behind those almost vacant looking eyes. What happened? What did Camilla make her do?

Marcus released the breath he was holding, calming down his agitated wolf as well. Although he'd prefer to be slapped by her right now and know she was okay, it was making him nervous. He needed to be gentle with her; if he only showed his temper, then she might react badly even in this strange state.

"You're clean," He said gently before his eyes lowered down in alarm at the colour of her lips. They were going blue. "It's time to get out now."

Nyx's eyes raised to meet his, and it was almost like she was looking through him. 

Shit.

Marcus grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her slightly.

SNAP OUT OF THIS! He wanted to scream. 

"I don't feel anything." Marcus stopped at her words and searched her eyes again. She looked at him blankly as she admitted what was on her mind. He frowned and noticed the goosebumps flourishing across her skin. It was psychological; he needed to get her out of the water. Was she in shock and only just showing it now in this deathly cold water?

"That's it," He snapped and scooped her up in his arms bridal style. Nyx didn't so much as flinch as she turned her head to look up at him; again, she didn't seem to care that she was naked and in his arms. He'd prefer her to kick him in the balls than seem like a shell without a soul right now. 

Marcus marched through the stream, kicking up the water as he went through. He put Nyx down on the side and grabbed his towel, wrapping it around her, covering her up and rubbing her shoulders up and down over the material. Nyx stood there limply and stared in no particular direction. With a sigh, Marcus pulled her hair out from under the towel and started to wring the water out at the ends. 

"Get dressed. It's cold," Marcus grunted and turned his back to her, throwing his duffel bag in front of her with the shirt and tracksuit bottoms in. 

"I'm fine," She murmured, her fingers clutched at the bottom of the towel; she still stood there uncaring that everything was on show.

"At least she responded this time, instead of just staring at you," Hunter sighed. Like him, his wolf was not used to Nyx acting in such a way. 

"You're not fine-"

"I said I'm fine," Nyx snapped back at him, meeting his eyes now with a glare.

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Good. There she is.

"That's not what your nips are telling me," He smirked and made a point of looking at her breasts. 

That did it. Nyx blinked and looked down, swiftly pulling the towel to cover her body more and started to dry herself properly, not meeting his gaze as she reached into his bag and grabbed the clothes he pointed out earlier. Marcus, by now, was already changed back into his gear. Fortunately, he was only overseeing the mission tonight and didn't need to get his hands or clothes dirty. He wore his black combat trousers, and long-sleeved black top, leaving his mask in the bag. 

Marcus glanced back at Nyx, who was rolling up the tracksuit bottoms. He noted how much she needed to tighten the string around her hips and how his shirt was still baggy on her. He wasn't a big guy, 5ft10 with a lean body, but Nyx was tiny. She'd tucked the shirt into her trousers, and still appeared cold, so Marcus grabbed his hoody and threw it over the top of her head, helping it on. 

Nyx put her hands through the sleeves and stared back at him; they were clouding over again back into the void that overtook her earlier. This could be dangerous, either for them or for the others at the campsite. He didn't know if she would appear weak and an easy target which would lure them over to take her out, or she would lash out at them for being so close to her. Either way, they died. 

Marcus pulled her damp hair out of the hoody and pulled the hood up over her head before handing the she-wolf her mask. "Let's go home tonight," He whispered. She nodded in response, pulling her mask on and tilting her chin up again, seemingly back to normal. But he knew she was anything but. The mask helped hide whatever was going on, and all anyone else could see was her hardened gaze. 

They walked back through the small campsite silently. Marcus swept his gaze across everyone, but no one showed any signs that they saw what happened at the stream. They were still barely glancing at Nyx, and they didn't dare make eye contact with her as she marched back through with that violent and deadly aura behind her. It was rather funny; anyone else might think she was an Alpha. 

Nyx stepped away from him and stopped before the campfire again, throwing her bloodied clothes into the fire before picking up the bag she had left earlier and headed back to where he stood and in the direction of their parked car. 

"What's in the bag?" He asked, wrinkling his nose at the smell coming from it as they reached their old grey four by four. Nyx pulled open the boot and placed the bag inside one of the plastic carrier bags.

She yanked the plastic tightly, tying it up and replied, "It's best you don't ask." She looked at him before slamming the boot door shut and climbing into the passenger seat, already stating she wouldn't drive. Not that he would let her anyway, she hadn't long learnt how to drive, and she was in no state to. 

The drive was only two hours long, and in that time, Nyx switched between closing her eyes, trying and failing to sleep and staring out the window silently. Shadows moved across her face, making the distant and cold look on her features even more haunting. When they finally made it back to the Hellhounds, Nyx mentioned seeing her mother as she pulled out the bag from the boot. She didn't look back at him, but he saw her guard was up as soon as she climbed out of the four by four. 

Marcus went back to the cottage, throwing his duffel bag in his room before going to the kitchen for a bottle of spiced rum and a mixer. He grabbed two glasses and poured the drink into them while he was lost in a daze. 

'I don't feel anything.' 

That was what she said. It was worrying him. Most of Nyx's attitude came from an instinct to survive; she wasn't a complete psychopath. She was merely following her mother's orders, nothing more and nothing less. If anything, he was more of a psychopath because he slept easy each night. Nyx, on the other hand, wouldn't dare speak it out loud, but she did not and occasionally would climb into his bed in the middle of the night, seeking his comfort and hiding from the nightmares plaguing her mind.

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{ The wolf in my heart will never let the world see the lamb in my soul

- but sometimes you see it in my eyes.. ~Unknown. }

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