Chapter Four: You're Nyx

You blinked once.

You did it again.

Did they say the word or I'm just imagining things?

You looked back at the princes and noticed they are still at a daze. You noticed a movement at your side so you turned and a wolf jumped on you. You flicked your hand and grazed the side of the wolf. You kicked it in its stomach and rolled. Other wolves jumped in the fight. The fight was messy, from the beginning to the end. you swerved your way through huge wolves blocking your path. You hard a hard time trying to keep them back and trying not to get shot by an arrow.

⚠ the gory part starts(?) (I don't think it's gory but maybe some people will find it disturbing soooo...)

A wolf jumped in front of you and growled. You sneered back with eyes and threw one dagger at it. You swiped your foot below him swiftly and threw a punch. You ran and grabbed the dagger that landed at his side.

I'm gonna make it. You positively thought. You swerved in a zig-zag pattern to avoid the arrows that are continuously flying. Only after two meters, an arrow pierced through your thigh and knocked you out of force. You groaned and tried to get up but a hand clamped around your ankle and started pulling you against the ground. The pain was overwhelming but you sighed it out as you know that you suffered things much worse than this.

You flipped your body suddenly and wrapped your "good" leg around the arm of the guard. You pulled down hard and flipped him over your head. you heaved a couple of breaths and tried to stand up. you winced at the pain but continued to try to run, walk, away. Then suddenly big muscled arms wrapped around your neck and pulled you to the ground, you choked as you fell and that and there isn't any air coming through your lungs. You tried to pry the arms off but despite your already tired body, small figure and the wound that a big contributor to your tiredness. Through your blurry and teary eyes, you saw another guard walking towards you. he's holding his stomach that seems to be bleeding. he looked down at you and kneeled beside you. you. You kept your eyes on him as you tried to pry off the arms. He growled at you and placed a hand around your wound. you winced loudly but choked on your voice.

(ok. the gore is done)

The lack of air and the pain in your thigh is overwhelming, black spots started to blend in with the surroundings. You fight the pain and the tiredness of your body back, but the black spot is stronger than you. you felt defeated at the moment you closed your eyes.

I'm sorry kai, y/n-nie can't make it.

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The darkness was cold. It was, well, dark.

You felt numb. your hands and feet are cold as they could be. you tried to open your eyes but it was glued shut by the calmness. You tried to move your body but no luck in doing that. You decide to try and feel where you are.

Soft duvet touching your skin. A soft pillow under your head. The tightness around your forearms tells you that your straps are still attached to you. The was a pinching pain at your thigh, it was more like a bunch of ants was dumped inside your thigh. Your concentration of trying to feel your limbs was interrupted when your ears focused on another thing.

Voices.

There were different ranges of voices, all are which were deep. They were talking in hushed voices but in this quiet room, you can clearly hear them.

"I'm going to ask again for the fifth time, Taehyung. Why in the world didn't you two bone heads stopped the guards from jumping on her?" A sigh followed the question and a growl came from a different place.

"I told you again for the fifth time too, Hyung. The guards didn't listen to me. Hell, they even touched me," a very deep voice said with disgust and a bit of anger lacing his voice.

The voice sounded very similar to the man who stopped you at the side of the forest. Taehyung, huh. That would come in handy.

"Hyung, he's telling the truth. We tried to get to her but they already shot her down," a quieter voice said followed by a scoff.

"Jungkook almost killed all of them if it weren't for me." a deep grumble was what you heard next. You, on the other hand, were just enjoying the name drops.

"You should have just let him do it,"

"But that's our troops, you dumb fuck. He's royal blood, he's gonna kill three-fourths of them before he calms down." a sigh can be heard and movement was felt. They continued to argue but then a shush was what overcome.

"She moved,"

Your heart suddenly stopped when you felt the air suddenly become cold. Slow and cautious footsteps vibrated to your body. You willed your lungs to slow down and your body to stop twitching. Soft hands sparked through shoulder.

"Are you awake-" you flipped the covers off, grabbed the arm twisted, making the man to yelp. You wrapped one leg on his waist and used your other foot to trip and kick him down. You flicked one wrist and placed it on the man's neck. You huffed out a breath and gripped on his hair. You pulled it up tightly, making him groan out. The others were on the edge as they shout out to the man.

"Let me go," despite your leg aching and burning, you whispered menacingly. The man below you grunted in response. He grabbed your arm and twisted ever so lightly but with you on the edge, you flipped and kicked him. you flicked your other wrist and threw it to one of the bystanders and ran to the door. All you heard was a scream when someone grabbed your arm and pulled you towards him. You struggled in his arms when someone grabbed your arms.

"Hey! Please calm down, we won't hurt you-" you kicked him in his stomach and flipped around and twisted so the one whose arms are around are now in your legs. You tightened your hold on him and leaned back, making you two fall to the ground. You flicked once more and placed the dagger, the pointed end, dangerously close to his eye.

"Move an inch and I'll put it in his eye," you taunted, your whisper breaking throughout the room. Everyone stays stiffened in their places, all afraid for the man on your grip.

"Goddamn ma'am, you are exceedingly strong. What in the world do you eat in the morning, children?" The man grunted out, but choked when you tightened your grip even more.

"Just grown men," you whispered out. In mission or in fight, you never use your inside voices and just whisper out words. Only trusted people are the only once who hear your real voice. You never really knew how everyone you talk to can hear you through your very very soft whispers that your voice can't even be heard.

"Milady, let him go. we won't hurt you," The one with blonde hair walking towards the two of you. You let the tip of the blade graze ever so lightly over the temple of the man, drawing a droplet of blood. The man sucked in a breath and slowly placed his hand on the arm around his neck softly then started to caressed your wrist. You felt sparks flew all over that spot and felt your muscles to soften slowly. Your mind becomes blank while the man pried of your arms slowly off him. He pulled you up and directed you to a chair. He clutched your cheeks and fondled the little fat from your cheeks. You didn't feel any of that, even when he settled you down to a chair. All you felt was the mind-numbing sparkes on your cheeks. Your eyes were on the floor the whole time and you didn't have any control over your body.

You felt soft cushion on your bum and that's when you snapped back to reality. The tense came back like lightning and you got to an attack stance. The man saw this and shushed you down.

"Calm down, missus. We just want to talk," The man said in a patient voice said. You cursed yourself as to why you're giving in so easily and sat down. The men relaxed and sat down around you. The quiet air demolished your ears while the men let in a few loose-breathes. The man in blonde started to break the

"You might be wondering why you're here, Madame." A guy with yellow hair rolled his eyes and scoffed. Your eyes landed on him and asked what's his problem. The other men glared him down but he just brushed it away. The blonde man coughed back to attention to him.

"But first, we must know why you entered our territory," the man said. A brunette man growled lowly.

"Namjoon," He said cautiously. The blonde man— Namjoon— looked at the man.

"Even if she's our mate, we still need to know Hyung." Your eyebrows furrowed softly as you take note that he called you mate.

The yellow-haired man narrowed his eyes and looked at you. You dropped your eyes to his feet, breaking eye contact. Namjoon sighed and looked at you.

"Can you tell us why," He dropped off waiting for you to say your name. You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth and decided to stick with your nickname.

"Nyx," You whispered crossing your arms. Namjoon's eyes widen as the others did as well.

"Please tell us your real name and not scrape it off another person's name." A red-haired man leaned forward from where he's sitting. You raised your eyebrow slightly.

"People know me as Nyx. As far as I know, no one knows my real name," You bluntly informed the men. One that looked like a bunny gasped.

"Are you joking or are you actually Nyx, the Nyx?" Bunny boy asked, tilting his head. You blinked, nodded once. He leaned back, eyes still wide open. Namjoon then talked.

"Can you tell us why you're here in the first place, Nyx?" He went back to the original question. You huffed at a thought. Kai was the one who came here first, but then they didn't know how to handle a loss child and treated him like an animal. You looked directly to his eyes, Namjoon jumped back slightly at the sudden eye contact. You tilted your head lightly.

"Can you tell me why you handle a seven-year-old child like a species you don't know?" You asked them. They looked at you confused.

"Seven-year-old? Miss Nyx, we never got a call from our people about a kid in our are territory." The man with dark purple hair said. You raised your eyebrows. So it was the guards.

"Check your guards out, not me." You shrugged while still whispering. The men looked at each other until the one with yellow hair stood up and walked away, facing the other way.

"Is your thigh okay?" The 'Hyung' asked you. You looked at him and gave no reaction.

"Suffered through worse," You informed them nonchalantly, not really minding what's coming out from your mouth. You sighed through your nose as unwanted memories came and gulped down the saliva building in your mouth. You looked back at to see their eyes changing color. You flicked your wrist swiftly and let your legs got ready. The blonde saw this and raised his arms.

"Madame, please settle down." You narrowed your eyes, flicking to the color-changing eyes of the men.

"What's with the eye colors?" You whispered. The man blinked then looked down. A couple of seconds pass and he looked back with his light brown eyes.

"We are sorry if you got scared of our eyes. It is normal for werewolves to change our eye color according to our emotions," He explained patiently. You sighed in relief, not having the energy to fight with them.

"You didn't know that? I thought you come across other wolves, " The dark purple haired asked, genuinely shocked. You nodded, now just remembered that you have no idea or any history with werewolves.

Welp, fuck.

"Well, now you have introduced yourself, we must introduce our selves." The blonde adjusted his suit then bowed with one hand on his back and the other on his torso.

"Kim Namjoon, the Fourth Prince of the Asian Empire." He sends you a dimpled smile, which you returned with a cold and numb stare. The yellowed hair man faced back and did the same bow as Namjoon did.

"Kim Seokjin, the First Prince of the Asian Empire." He toothly smiled, sending finger guns. You blinked twice.

Is he really the oldest and a prince at that?

A guy with gray stood up and bowed formally as well.

"Kim Yoongi, Second Prince of the Asian Empire." He nodded at you at the end. The one you strangled earlier stood up as well, a bright smile lighting up the whole room.

"Kim Hoseok, the Third Prince of the Asian Empire." You sighed through your nose as you tried to remember their names.

"Kim Jimin, Fifth Prince of the Asian Empire." The redhead sends you a soft smile, which made you soften your eyes but quickly returned to your cold demure.

"Kim Taehyung, the Sixth Prince of the Asian Empire."

Oh, you're one the guys who let your guards maul on my kid.

"Kim Jungkook, Youngest and Strongest Prince of the Asian Empire." He grinned at you while the other growl at him. You nodded, appreciated the introduction.

"Thanks for the introduction, but when can I leave?"