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aspenmissing · 9 months

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𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗 (𝙿𝚝 𝟹)

Stiles is on his computer in his room. He researches about lycanthropy, wolfsbane and silver. Suddenly there's a knock at the door and he jumps. He closes his computer and slowly walks over to the door and quickly opens it to see Scott and Y/N. Scott has a big goofy grin on his face and Y/N is just smiling.

"Get in" Scott and Y/N walk in "You gotta see this thing. I've been up all night, reading, websites,books, all this information..." Stiles sits down on his swivel chair.

"How much Adderall have you had today?" Y/N asks.

"A lot. Doesn't matter. Okay, just listen" Scott and Y/N sits on the bed.

"Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?" Scott asks.

"No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale"

"Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day"

"And the guy that was in my dream last night" The two look at her weird "What? Nothing weird happened"

"Yeah! Yes. But that's not it, okay?"

"What, then?"

"Remember the joke from the other day?" Stiles huffs out a laugh "Not a joke anymore" Scott and Y/N looks at him confusedThe wolf - the bite in the woods. I started doing all this reading. Do you two even know why a wolf howls?" Stiles stands up.

"Should we?" Scott asks.

"It's a signal, Scott" Y/N says.

"Exactly. When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearly. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em"

"A whole pack of wolves?"

"No- Werewolves" Scott stands up.

"Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour" He grabs his bag and begins to walk but Stiles stops him. Y/N stays sat down.

"I saw you on the field today, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible"

"Yeah, so he made a good shot" Y/N says, stading up.

"No, he made an incredible shot, I mean- The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y/N you caught that ball like you had all the time in the world. Y'know, People can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you need your inhaled anymore"

"Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow"

"Tomorrow?! What? No! The full moon's tonight. Don't you get it?"

"What are you trying to do? I just made first line. I got a date with a girl who I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?" Stiles sits back down on his swivel chair. Y/N sits back down on the bed.

"I'm trying to help. You two are cursed. You know, and it's not just the moon will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak"

"Bloodlust?"

"Your urge to kill" Y/N speaks up.

"I'm already starting to feel an urge to kill, Stiles"

"You gotta hear this" Stiles grabs a book and starts to read "The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse." All right? I haven't seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison does" Stiles goes to Scott's back "You gotta cancel this date" He gets Scott's phone out "I'm gonna call her right now"

"What are you doing?" Scott asks.

"I'm canceling the date" Stiles walks around Scott.

"No, give it to me!" Scott then pushes Stiles forcefully and harshly into the wall.

"Scott!" Y/N gets up and gets between the two, pushing Scott back "What the hell, man"

"I'm sorry" He says, looking at Stiles scared expression and Y/N's angrered look "I- I gotta go get ready for that party" Scott goes over to the bed and grabs his bag and walks to the door, looking back at Stiles and Y/N "I'm sorry" Scott walks out the door and Stiles bangs his head against the wall.

"You okay? Your back isn't hurt is it" She puts her hand onto his arm, looking at him with a soft look, only to pull back her hand when she feels a sharp pain "Ow!"

"What-what was that?"

"I think it was an electric shock" Stiles goes back over to his desk and starts picking up books and paper. Y/N then bends down and helps.

"So, what you still doing here? You not going to the party?"

"You know I can never turn down a good party" Y/N says, placing some papers onto Stiles desk "But, honestly I just wanna stay in tonight. I'm not feeling great. But hey, enjoy yourself" Y/N then picks up the swivel chair "Uh, Stiles" He looks to her and she gestures to the back of the chair. The chair has a big claw mark going down it. Stiles and Y/N share a look.

Scott is in the bathroom after just have gotten out the shower. He walks out only to be startled to see his mother standing, waiting for him outside.

"Mom!"

"Is this a party or a date?" Scott looks down flustered.

"Maybe both"

"And her name is-"

"Allison" Y/N says, sticking her head around the corner of Scott's room door.

"Allison. Nice" Melissa then gives Scott's a pair of keys

"Thank you"

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?"

"Mom, I'm not having the safe sex talk with you" Y/N bursts out laughing.

"No Scott, she meant the talk about drinking and driving"

"Oh, my God. No, I meant about keeping the tank full" She says "Give me those back" She grabs the keys back.

"Are you serious?" Scott says.

"You bet your ass I am serious. I'm not gonna end up on some reality television show with a pregnant 16-year-old. Or my daughter's mugshot on the news about drunk driving. Come on!"'

==Skip to when Scott comes home after the party==

Scott sits in the bathtub, the shower on. He looks down at his hands to see claws. He then looks in his reflection to see he had fangs, longer ears and his eyes shine a golden orange colour. Someone then knocks at the door.

"Go away..."

"Scott! It's me!" Stiles says. Scott goes over to the door and opens the door just a bit, not big enough to let Stiles in.

"Let me in, Scott, I can help"

"No! Listen, you've got to find Allison. Take Y/N and go find Allison"

"She's fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's-she's totally fine, all right?"

"No, I think I know who it it" Scott says. Stiles trys to push in but Scott won't let him.

"Let me in! We can try-"

"It's Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf. He's the one that bit me and Y/N. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.

"Scott- Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party" Scott slams the door and Stiles trys to get in "Scott!" Stiles rushes to Y/N's room and barges in only to see a unmade bed, papers and things all over the floor and the window wide open. The wind blowing the curtains. Stiles goes to the window and peeks his head out. He then hears a wolf howl "Damn it, Y/N"

Scott makes his way through the forest in only pants until he sees Allison's jacket on a tree. He then hears a noise.

"Where is she?" Scott demands, looking around for the person.

"She's safe...from you" Derek then tackles Scott to the ground and they roll around until Derek pins hims against the tree.

"What did you do with her?"

"Sshh....Quite" Derek whispers "Too late, they're already here. Run!" The two run until an arrow flys past Scotts head and flashes, blinding Scott. He is then shot in the arm and pinned to the tree. Three hunters come out of the fog.

"Take him" The main hunter says. Suddenly the two hunters behind the main guy are pulled back and killed. The main hunter manages to get a shot on the figure and run away. By the time the main hunter turns back around both Scott and Derek are gone. Later after the two run someone far, Scott falls to the ground and leans against a tree, out of breath.

"Who were they?"

"Hunters.

"The kind that have been hunting us for centuries"

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me! You even did this to my sister!"

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better - Hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift"

"I don't want it. And I can say the same for Y/N"

"You will. And you two are gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it. So you, me and Y/N. Scott- We're family now" The two hear a crunch and they quickly turn to the noise. A figure comes around the corner and Derek gets his claws ready.

"Woah, easy man. I just saved your asses. And I got shot in the process"

"Y/N? That-that was you who killed those hunters"

"Well, I mean they did try to kill you" She looks to Derek, holding out a arrow "This hurt like an ass" She drops the arrow.

"You've gained control quick. Last time I saw you was when you were out of control and tried to kill me"

"That is because I woke up in a random place in the woods in the middle of the night, then my hands turned to claws and I followed a strange man into a house who then grabbed me and held me so I couldn't move. So I think I had a good right to be"

"Well, as I said before. We're family now" Derek looks to Y/N "And family help each other"

Next morning, Scott and Y/N are walking down the road, Scott is holding his arms while Y/N holds her waist. They then hear a car and turn around to see it's Stiles. He stops and the two jump in. Y/N in the middle. Stiles gives the both of them blankets to wrap around themselves.

"You know what actually worried me the most?" Scott ask.

"If you say Allison, I'm gonna punch you in the head" Y/N says.

"She probably hates me now"

"I doubt that. But you mind come up with a pretty amazing apologie. Or you know you could just...Tell her the truth and come up with the fact that you're a freaking werewolf" Scott and Y/N looks at Stiles "Okay bad idea..." Scott looks down and Y/N leans against Scott.

"Hey, we'll get through this. Together" Y/N says.

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notoriousroar · 11 months

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Gestures Pt 2 -- Flame uses many nonverbal gestures, some of which are left over from what she'd learned in South River, others being instinctual for Paleonems. Some gestures have multiple meanings, and the relationship and context of the situation is important to take into account with gestures that have multiple meanings. Below is a list of miscellaneous gestures as well as ear gestures, along with possible meanings they have.

Other Gestures - Gestures that don't fit into the categories covered in Pt 1. The origins of these gestures vary just like the others.

Bump head to shoulder (or leg) - Another variation of a greeting. Usually this is proceeded by Flame rubbing her body against whoever she's greeted with a head bump. The location of the head bump depends on if the shoulder of the receiver is within reach. Flame is five feet tall even when upright and usually walks on all four paws so... Generally the shoulder is far out of reach regardless of how she's standing. Very very few are her height in the universe she's in now.

Bump head to hand - A gesture Flame has developed herself given her new environment. This gesture is meant for comfort, either for herself or for the receiver. It's a silent plead for absentminded scratches from the receiver, or a silent check in on how the receiver is doing.

Rest chin on shoulder - Flame can't use this because she is SHORT. But, the gesture is one of a tired greeting or a show of trust.

Lean against - A relaxed gesture Flame has developed herself, showing trust in the receiver. This can also signal she's tired. This gesture can be used when she's sitting or standing.

Roll on back - A submissive gesture left over from Flame's time in a pack of wolves. It can also signal that she's feeling safe, calm, or relaxed. It is especially important if she's laying on her back while sleeping around an individual.

Nuzzle - A simple gesture from the Paleonem side of things. It can be comforting, used as a greeting, or used when she's found something the receiver has said funny.

Ear Positions - All purely instinctual, the position and movement of Flame's ears are important to keep track of. It can clue you in on how she's feeling, if she's heard something, or if she's listening to you despite not looking like she is.

Ear tilted towards target - If Flame has an ear tilted towards someone or something, she's listening but not paying full attention to the target.

Ear locked on target - If Flame has an ear locked towards someone or something, she is constantly paying attention to that target even if she's looking away. This could also signal suspicion of an individual or an object. The difference between a tilt towards and a lock on is a lock follows a target, even going so far as switching which ear is locked if the target crosses too far for one ear to tilt towards.

Ear(s) swiveling - If Flame's ears are constantly moving, tilting towards a new target to listen to, she's alert to her surroundings and listening closely. Generally this is seen when she's in an unfamiliar location, when she's suspicious, when she's on the battlefield, or when she's hunting.

Ears perked forward - If Flame's ears are perked forward, she's either alert and paying attention to what's in front of her, or she's heard something and is on edge. Body language and context of the situation is key to understand if there is a coming threat.

Ears tilted to the side (Airplane ears) - If both of Flame's ears are off to the side, it's a sign she's calm and relaxed.

Ears tilted back - If Flame's ears are tilted back further than the airplane ears position, she's on edge, sad, or showing submission. Context of the situation, as well as body language is key to understand what emotion Flame is feeling.

Ears flat - If Flame's ears are flat, but not pinned, she is feeling generally negative emotions. She could be fearful, angered, defensive, or offended. This is another ear position that will need situational context and body language aid to know what Flame is feeling.

Ears pinned - If Flame pins her ears, whatever emotion she is displaying is at an extreme. Be it anger or fear. Body language is key to pay attention to with this.

Ear twitch - An ear twitch can have a meaning, or have no meaning at all. It depends on the context of the situation and, notably different from the others, the expression on Flame's face. An ear twitch could be a sign of annoyance or a dismissive gesture, or it could just be a reflex and have no meaning at all.

#{ So say what ya want it’s your memorial [Headcanons] }

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petnews2day · 2 years

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What Is Baying? And Why Some Dogs Do It

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What Is Baying? And Why Some Dogs Do It

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Do you know what it means when a dog howls? Do you know the difference between a dog howling and a dog baying? Most people feel more secure when talking about howling, but many are not sure what baying is.

The Purpose of Howling

Howling is a natural behavior that is found in wild canines like wolves. Because of deliberate genetic manipulations (through selective breeding) our domestic dogs bark more than wolves or their other wild canine cousins. The flip side of the coin is that our dogs actually howl a lot less. In wolves, the howl has several functions. One of them is to assemble the pack for hunting. Since wolves hunt early in the evening and early in the morning, it is not surprising that we are most likely to hear wolves howling at these times. The howls assemble the group, which may have dispersed into the underbrush to sleep through the evening or to rest out of sight during the day. Our domestic dogs have a food supply that is presented to them by their owners, and they do not have a need to call their pack together for a synchronized hunt.

Another purpose of the howl is to reinforce the identity of the group. Upon hearing the howling, group members gather together and join in the song of their pack. Because of this, dogs often howl when they are forcibly shut away on their own, or otherwise isolated from their family and pack. This howl of loneliness has the same function as the group howl; it is an attempt to attract other canines.

What Is Baying?

Baying is the sound that hounds make when they are tracking. In the older literature, it used to be referred to as “trail barking.” However, it uses a deep and booming voice and is usually distinct from the barking voice. When you first hear baying it might sound something like howling, however, it is a more complex sound. While howls involve holding a single sound for a prolonged time, baying contains many tone variations and occurs in short bursts. To me, baying sounds like the combination of a howl and a yodel. It is certainly a much more excited sound and is often filled with a happy enthusiasm.

For centuries scent hounds—including bloodhounds, foxhounds, coonhounds, bassets, and beagles—have been systematically bred, not just for their scenting ability and desire to track, but also for the sounds that they make when they are hunting. The baying sound that hounds make when tracking acts as a beacon. It allows the hunters or trackers to know exactly where the pack is at any moment. The number of dogs sounding off at the same time, and the intensity of the baying, indicate the strength and freshness of the scent to the hunter. As the dogs signal this information about what they are smelling, the hunter or tracker uses it to figure out how near the quarry might be. Some control of the pack’s movement can then be exerted by humans via signals on a hunting horn—which, to the dogs, probably sounds like a special form of baying—or mundanely via a whistle.

Coordinating the Hunt

The sound of baying is also important for the other hounds on the hunt, as well as their human masters. There a major limitation of the dog’s scenting ability known as “olfactory adaptation.” When you walk into a room you might notice a distinct smell, such as perfume, the scent of flowers, brewed coffee, or so forth. After only a few moments, however, you are no longer aware of these smells because of olfactory adaptation. This is actually the result of fatigue of the scent sensitive cells, which comes about when a particular odour is present in the nose for a period of time. The same thing happens to hounds on the hunt.

Typically when a hound picks up a scent it will begin to bay or “give tongue.” This sound is interpreted by other dogs in the pack as, “Follow me. I’ve located our quarry’s scent.” For a strong scent, however, olfactory adaptation will set in after only about two minutes and then the hound on the track loses its ability to detect the scent. At this point the dog will go silent and raise its head to breathe fresh, spoor-free, air, and allow its nasal receptors to become functional again, a process which will take at least 10 seconds and could take up to a minute, depending upon how strong the original scent was. This is why hounds are run in packs.

At any given time, some dogs will be perceiving the scent and will be sounding off, while others will be mutely running with the pack waiting for their noses to recover. Various members of the pack take turns tracking the scent, hence there should never be a moment when all of the dogs are resting their noses at the same time. The dogs whose noses have temporarily shut down know which dogs they should be following; the dogs still on the trail are the ones that are baying. These sound signals allow the pack to continue to move in a coordinated manner with every dog still close to the track.

As the scent becomes stronger, suggesting that the pack is now very close to its prey the baying becomes less melodious, as the individual sound phrases become shorter in duration but more frequent and the message now shifts to, “Let’s get him!” Or “All together now!” Once the quarry is sighted the baying sounds will begin to break up and barking will begin to be mixed in with the baying sound. In some sense, this is still distantly related to howling because it has the element of attempting to rally the pack for a coordinated hunt, only the hunt is ongoing already.

It’s All in the Genes

In the same way that whether a dog barks or not is under a high degree of genetic control, so is baying. The geneticist L.F. Whitney, noticed that while most Bloodhounds bayed when on a tracking a scent, a few rare Bloodhounds did not. He was able to demonstrate that by selectively breeding the non-baying dogs, he could produce a strain of silent tracking Bloodhounds. While such a line of dogs might be useful for sneaking up on a hiding criminal, such a silent hound would be useless in most circumstances.

For instance, since the dog makes no sound you would not know where it was. This means that you would have to have the tracking dog continuously on leash if you wanted to monitor his position. Furthermore, since the dog does not bay, you would not know if he had found the scent and was tracking, or whether he was simply strolling through the woods enjoying the normal smells of nature. The baying sound of a dog is thus an important way of communicating what he is smelling to his nasally challenged human companions.

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gamerwoo · 3 years

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[Tales from the Pack] Chan: Homewrecker (Part Seven)

Characters: Chan x female reader

Genre/warnings: werewolf au, fantasy, angst, a little fluff at the end????

Word count: 2,568

Summary: Chan caught your attention as soon as your eyes met across the market. Something about him drew you to him, and you knew you were meant to be. However, you were already taken and arranged to be married on your next birthday, so you could never be together.

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The two packs sat in the living room, waiting for the time to move. The plan was that most of the wolves were to stay at the house to protect the mates, while Chan, Soonyoung, Jihoon, and Minghao were going into town to get you. Jiung’s pack would be waiting on the edge of town in case the wolves needed an easier escape. Everyone was relatively silent except the four alphas that were murmuring to each other. Jia was clinging to Minghao tightly, the two whispering to each other in Mandarin.

Chan’s heart was beating so quickly, he thought it would break his ribs. He was both excited and nervous – excited to finally have you all to himself and have you free of that awful man, but nervous because he didn’t know if anything would happen to you or the pack. His eyes never left the clock, waiting for it to be fifteen minutes until midnight.

Back at Jiung’s, Rin, Kyung, and the mates were on standby just in case the pack had to relocate quickly. A handful of Seungcheol’s knew where Jiung’s house was located, so they’d be able to direct the rest of the pack there. Jiung’s place had plenty of extra clothes, supplies, and the like just in case. They were prepared for almost anything.

Finally, Soonyoung stood, “It’s time to go.”

Chan shot up, all ready to leave. Jihoon sighed, shoving himself to stand, while Minghao took his time, saying his goodbyes to his mate. Nobody had ever seen Jia cry since being split from Minghao, but tears filled her pale blue eyes as she looked in the direction of Minghao, cupping his cheeks while she sobbed quietly in her native tongue. Jun stood behind her, placing a hand on her back.

“Junhui will take care of you until I come back,” Minghao told her, putting his hands over hers. His heartbreak was written all over his face, “and I promise that I will come back to you, my Jia.”

The two said the same thing to each other in Mandarin, which the pack could assume was some form of “I love you”, Minghao pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead before going to join the rest of the werewolves at the door. As he walked past Seungcheol, his fingertips brushed against the back of the alpha’s hand before he left.

“Try to be safe,” Seungcheol requested, holding onto Jooyeon’s hand. “I want you all to come back, okay? That’s an order.”

“Technically, you don’t control us,” Soonyoung pointed out with a lopsided smile, trying to lighten the mood.

“We’ll come back,” Jihoon assured before shoving the few of his group out of the door.

Jiung let the rest of the wolves from his pack leave before he glanced at Seungcheol, a warm smile on his face, “I’ll bring them all back, Seungcheol. I’ll do whatever it takes, I promise.”

Seungcheol nodded, “Thank you, Jiung. Really.”

And with that, the group was gone.

You had no way to tell them, no way to let anybody know what was coming. You paced your room until your mother called for you to go to sleep already, and then you just sat on the edge of your bed, staring at your window. You knew what was waiting for the wolves when they got here, but you couldn’t do anything to let them know. All you could do was wait for them to get here and for all hell to break loose. There was nothing you could do.

The minutes ticked by slowly, and you didn’t sleep at all. You couldn’t bring yourself to relax no matter how hard you tried. Your thoughts continued to go back to Chan and his pack that just wanted to help. They were just trying to do good, and you were going to get them all in trouble – probably killed.

If you didn’t decide to drop in at Donghae’s to give him a basket of baked goods like your parents requested, you wouldn’t have known his plan. The basket was supposed to be a congratulations on the marriage, thought you didn’t see any reason to celebrate. However, when you were led into Donghae’s office to wait for him, you saw the blueprints for the plan, as if he knew the wolves were going to try to save you. But there was no way he could have a solid idea, but you knew Donghae was no idiot, and he clearly saw just how much you meant to the werewolf pup. This was just precautionary, but his assumptions were correct.

Finally, you saw Chan through your window, tugging the glass open and crawling in silently. Behind him came three other wolves, only one that you recognized. The other two looked around the room warily, unsure of who could be lurking around.

Soonyoung, however, gave you a bright smile as he adjusted his shirt, “Hello again, _____.”

“_____,” Chan breathed, pulling you to his chest.

However, you immediately pushed him away, panic in your eyes, “Chan, we have to leave now; they’re coming.”

The shortest wolf stepped toward you, his golden eyes hard, “Who’s coming?”

You were babbling the explanation, your fear causing all of your words to rush together and come out at once, “Donghae and his men; they assumed you were coming. He has men watching my house, they’re going to be here any minute to–”

“Shh,” the one with black hair held a finger up to signal you to be quiet, his eyes slowly looking around like he was straining to hear something. “…I hear something.”

The rest of the wolves stopped to listen too before you heard your front door creak open.

Chan’s head darted to look at the other three wolves, “We need to get her out of here. Now.”

“There’s definitely men already surrounding the house by now,” the black-haired wolf stated.

“What about the tracker?” the shortest of the group quizzed, gesturing to your arm.

“It’ll have to wait. Chan, how well do you know the layout of _____’s house?” Soonyoung wondered.

“Very,” Chan nodded.

You could hear footsteps coming up the stairs…

“We’ll distract them,” Soonyoung began shoving you and Chan to stand by the door so it would block you from view when it swung open, “and you take _____ on your back and run back to the pack, got it?”

They stomped down the hallway…

“But Soonyoung–”

“Our priority is to get her out alive, Chan,” he stated, his serious tone and look something completely opposite of how you remembered the playful wolf. “You’re the fastest, and you can get her out of here without anybody catching you. Minghao has Seungcheol’s strength, so the three of us will be fine. Just trust me.”

They were right outside the door…

“Jump,” Chan whispered.

You hopped onto his back, holding on as tightly as you could.

The three werewolves tensed, eyes shifting to a glowing silver you’d never seen before. You gasped out loud right before the door was flung open, almost whacking Chan in the face.

“Where’s the girl?” a gruff voice demanded.

You could just barely see around the corner of the door, but from what you saw, the shortest wolf lifted his hand, his palm out toward the door. Then he swiped his hand away toward the wall before you heard a loud thump.

“Chan, go now!” Jihoon ordered.

The wolves barely saw the blur of Chan take off with you on his back, leaving through the open doorway. The three knew there was a good chance they fucked themselves over, but the life of an innocent human who got dragged into their problems was their number one priority.

“Signal Jiung,” Jihoon said flatly.

Soonyoung let out a loud howl that could be heard throughout the town. Everybody probably knew werewolves were in the town now, but what did it matter anymore? If they got caught, the townsfolk would know about it tomorrow when their heads were placed on stakes anyway.

Jiung definitely heard the howl, and signaled for his pack to go. Since his entire pack was made up of special wolves, he knew it shouldn’t be too difficult to overpower some guards, even if there were a large quantity of them surrounding the house.

“Don’t kill if you don’t have to,” Jiung barked as they approached the house, “but do whatever it takes to get their pack out.”

Chan stopped in the middle of the forest when he knew he was far enough from town. He set you down on your feet before turning to look at you, holding your face in his hands. He was breathing heavily, but not like he had been running as fast and as long as he was.

“Are you okay?” he asked. “Are you hurt?”

“No,” you shook your head, but you weren’t who you were worrying about. “But your pack. What will happen to them?”

“They can take care of themselves,” he promised, though he looked like he was also trying to convince himself of that. “They have extra help, and they have powers, too. They’ll be okay.”

Chan took a few steps back, letting his hands drop from your face, “I’m going to shift to speak to my pack and see what’s going on at home. I want you to get on, and hang on to me as tightly as you can, okay?”

“What if everything’s bad at home?” you wondered, unsure if Donghae would’ve known where the pack lived.

“Then we’ll go somewhere else that I know of,” he promised, “someplace safe. I promise to take care of you, _____, no matter what.”

In a swift movement, Chan was right in front of you again, cupping your cheeks, and his mouth pressed firmly but sweetly on yours. Your heart fluttered as you melted into the kiss, leaning into his warm body. You didn’t even realize how long you’ve wanted him to kiss you until that moment.

He pulled away too soon for your liking, his cheeks flushed a soft pink. You didn’t have time to admire how adorable he looked, though, because he was shifting into a wolf before your very eyes. His clothes tore off the bigger he grew, and various shades of brown fur covered his body.

As soon as he was in his wolf form, Chan could hear the thoughts of Jeonghan.

‘Chan! Oh, thank god!’ his brother seemed relieved to hear from him, but it wasn’t the kind of relief Chan thought it was, ‘Do not come here, Chan. Take _____ to Jiung’s.’

Chan hadn’t even noticed you climbing onto his back, too focused on his thoughts, ‘Why? Jeonghan, what’s wrong?’

‘They’re here,’ he said, ‘The guards and the hunters…they’re here. They found us.’

Chan let out a soft whine, which worried you, but he raced off into the forest anyway. You didn’t know it, though, but he was going in the opposite direction of his home. He couldn’t help his family, he had to keep you safe. But his heart ached thinking that something could happen, and it might be his fault for not being there.

There was a girl waiting on the porch of a large farmhouse, holding clothes in her hands. Chan lowered himself to the ground so you could get off before he walked up to the girl. You noticed she had eyes like Chan’s.

“Hi,” she smiled, “my name’s Kyung. Can you tell me who you two are? I’m not familiar with your pack’s wolf forms.”

You looked to Chan, unsure if this was somebody you could trust. He just nodded once slowly, so you faced the foreign-looking girl, “I-I’m _____, and this is Chan.”

“Ah, you’re the girl they’ve all been worried about,” she nodded with a soft laugh, setting the clothes on the railing of the porch. “Well, I’m glad you’ve made it here safely. While Chan changes, I’ll bring you inside and warm you up a bit. The night’s pretty cold.”

Your hand went to Chan’s fur, holding onto him. You weren’t about to trust a stranger after what just happened. You wanted to stay with Chan because at least he was familiar and somebody you knew you could trust. But he nudged your back with his nose, urging you to follow Kyung.

She offered you her hand, so you cautiously took it since Chan seemed to trust this girl. She led you inside, leaving Chan to shift and dress himself outside. She sat you down on a couch in a nice living room, and another girl walked in and handed you a large mug of hot tea. You gave them thankful smiles before taking a sip.

“Do you happen to know anything about the others?” the second girl asked.

Kyung frowned, “Jimin, she just got here.”

The other girl, Jimin, nodded, “Right, sorry.”

Jimin went back into the kitchen while Kyung knelt down in front of you, “Are you or Chan hurt?”

“No, but–”

Chan walked into the room, his face full of concern, “She’s being tracked.”

Kyung whipped her head around, “Who is?”

“_____. We were supposed to remove it before we left her room but we didn’t have the time. They’re tracking her right now.”

You didn’t see the way Kyung’s eyes widened, but you saw the fear in them when she turned back around and called out for somebody named Rika, and somebody else name Chanseong. A short girl and a taller boy entered the room together from the kitchen.

“She has a tracker in her,” Kyung told them. “We need to get it out.”

“No, we can’t do it without Joshua!” Chan spoke up, afraid of them causing you a lot of pain. At least with Joshua, he could get rid of the pain quickly. He practically threw himself on the couch beside you, wrapping his arms around you. “He’s a healer; if we just wait for–”

“Do we have the time to wait?” Kyung asked, looking up at the two who came from the kitchen. “What if more people come here?”

“It’ll take them hours to get here, especially in the dark,” Chanseong assured her. “We should wait for their healer.”

“We need all the medicines for any wounded, anyway,” Rika nodded. “We’ll be okay, Kyung.”

“Rin’s been rubbing off on you,” Chanseong chuckled, trying to lighten the mood.

Rika and Chanseong retreated back into the kitchen, and Kyung just sighed as she stood up again. She tousled her dark curls before turning around to go down another hallway.

“I’ll go wait for others,” she said before leaving.

That just left you and Chan. You couldn’t stop worrying about your tracker now, though there was nothing you could do about it until the healer showed up. So you just laid your head on Chan’s shoulder and observed the quiet room.

Chan sat beside you, keeping his arms around you, even when Jimin returned with a cup of tea for him which she just set on the coffee table. He couldn’t stop thinking about how he had to now tell you that you were his mate. He already got you to a safe place – well, you would be totally safe once the tracker was out of you – so now he had to confess. But considering everything that had happened, he decided that was a conversation for later, at least.

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Lone Wolf

Summary: A lone she-wolf finds home in a new pack after a series of unfortunate events. As time passes, she slowly falls for the pack alpha and things take turn for the best as they finally find home in each other’s arms.

Pairing: Hwang Hyunjin x female reader

Genre: werewolf au, smut, fluff, angst

Warnings: violence, mentions of character death, cursing, breeding kink, knotting, size kink, overstimulation, degradation

Word Count: 6k

Disclaimer: This is my first time officially writing a smut so please bare with me. Some information may not be correct but I had to change it a little to adjust with the story line so don’t come at me, please.

Keep running!

You run through the woods at full speed, ignoring the pain on the soles of your feet and the way the tree branches scratch your skin. Your wolf howls in panic, urging you to run faster and lose the group of vampires following you.

Two days ago, your pack had been ambushed by rogue vampires from the coven that marked the southern land.

A little too much blood lust had them draining the life out of unsuspecting humans and their thirst for power had them killing off a few stray werewolves that hid themselves from society.

Banishment was their punishment but it didn't hinder them the slightest bit. In fact, it made them even more reckless and hungry for power.

And that's how they killed every last one of your pack members.

You had been tasked to gather a few herbs from a nearby valley to prepare for pack dinner. But the moment you got back, you sensed something wrong.

The atmosphere of the pack grounds had shifted and the cheerful chatter which could be heard within a half a mile radius was no longer present.

There were new scents in the air intermingling with those of your pack mates and instantly, you knew the reason. Vampires.

For centuries, vampires and werewolves had been mutual enemies but in the past few decades, a pact had been formed to prevent supernatural wars, a pact to live in harmony by compromising. It was simple, vampires and werewolves should never kill each other, a simple rule that can easily be carried out.

Whoever defies the agreement will be punished regardless of the reason. And the punishment varies depending on the coven or pack. However, the punishment given by the southern coven might have not proven to be a punishment at all considering the fact that their rogues continue to kill werewolves in the quest for power.

As soon as you heard the familiar howl of your alpha, your father, you ran. It was a distress howl to signal nearby pack mates to hide and protect themselves.

But vampires are agile and powerful, with sensitive hearing that could pick up the slightest of sounds.

And the sound that was emitted when you ran back through where you came from did not go unnoticed. In an attempt to save the remaining pack members, your father and the other alphas used their remaining strength to fight the vampires to give everyone else time to escape. And run you did.

Werewolves are quick on their feet, especially in their wolf form and they have relatively good hearing too. But compared to vampires, you don't stand a chance. You aren't quick enough and the fact that you aren't able to transform into your wolf form yet is another hindrance. And you can't detect their location through sound either.

But one thing you do have is a very good nose and you've been constantly sniffing the air out to pinpoint their position, enough so you could create some distance between you and them.

It's been 2 days since the incident and you've grown tired and weak, never stopping to catch a breath yet unable to suppress the drowsiness that crawls upon your consciousness.

You can't stop yet. You need to run as far as you can till you get help. That is if anyone is willing to help. Your pack has always been a little closed off from the outside world, preferring to keep to yourselves and live peacefully in the dense woods, far from civilization.

But that may prove to be a disadvantage with the way the woods seem endless as you continue to run, nobody in sight save for a few animals that scramble away at your abrupt presence.

You don't know how much longer you can take this, you've always been a weak omega with a small frame and less than average stamina and strength. With the energy you've exerted over the last few days, your body might start to cage in on itself.

"Little wolf," a voice calls out from behind and you gasp as you realize that the vampires are drawing near. "Don't be scared."

You continue to run, tears streaming down your face as you silently cry for help. You wolf is howling all over the place, stressed and gripped with fear.

You don't slow down through the chase despite the growing ache in your limbs and the burning in your lungs. _____

"Hyunjin," Jisung, the pack scout, calls as he stumbles into the main house, out of breath.

Hyunjin looks up at him from the kitchen counter, detecting the uneasiness in his voice.

"Did something happen?"

"I found a few new scents in the western border; they've just entered our land."

Hyunjin furrows his brows in thought. We're not expecting anyone.

"Rogue wolves?"

"I'm not sure. They're closing in though."

Hyunjin gets up from his seat. "Then we go meet them."

"What if it's a trap?" Minho comes into the living room, eyes sharp and guarded.

"Either way, we have to face them. We have a pack to protect and danger won't go away by itself."

"Wait," Jisung raises a hand to silence them, sniffing the air. He has the best nose out of everyone in the pack hence chosen as the scout.

Hyunjin may have the best hearing but certain sounds can only be heard through a distance. And in this case, it won't help much.

"What is it?"

"The scents are different," Jisung mumbles, eyes closed in concentration. "There's a she-wolf but the rest are very different from hers."

“Pack mates?” Chan asks from his hunched position on the sofa.

“No, it’s different,” Jisung shakes his head. “I think it’s-”

"Vampires," Hyunjin growls lowly. "We leave now." _____

Your legs are starting to give up on you as fatigue consumes you. Despite your inner protests, your body refuses to obey your commands any longer and you find yourself stumbling down the forest floor after tripping over a thick root, landing flat on your face.

Get up! Y/N, move!

You shakily anchor yourself up, putting weight on your hands but it proved to be futile as you end up falling again.

"Look who we have here."

Fuck.

"The little she-wolf has finally stopped to play," you can hear their chuckles from behind you and you inwardly scream in fright as you try to crawl away from them.

"You don't know when to give up do you?" a voice whispers in your ear and you almost scream from the pain that occurs not a second later.

The bastard had stepped on the back of your knee, putting pressure on it and causing a loud 'crack' to be heard.

You accidentally let out a whimper in pain, causing the vampires to chuckle in glee. Gosh, they're not only demonic but sadists too.

"Would you look at that, does the little wolf feel pain?"

"Fuck you," you manage to mutter but you're quickly shut with a vampire hoisting you to your feet by the back of your neck.

"That's not a very nice thing to say, is it?" he hisses before slamming your back against a tree trunk, hand wrapped around your throat and effectively minimizing your breathing ability.

You fight against his hold, scratching against his skin and thrashing your legs around. The vampire isn't fazed one bit by your actions, the glow of the sunlight illuminating his skin as he bares his fangs at you.

Whoever said vampires burn when they step out in the sun must have never met one. Because right now, in the evening sun, the vampires are still quite alive looking and powerful. Vampires don't burn in the sun, rather they're weaker in daytime compared to their powers in the night. And as the sun's starting to set, you fear that this may be your last breath.

"Quite beautiful, isn't it?" he laughs. "The wonders of nature."

You slowly stop fighting, the exertion causing you to slowly lose consciousness.

"That's it, let down your guard. It'll all-"

"Get your hands off her," a new voice speaks up and through your dazed state, you can see a few men standing by. The scent is akin to your pack and instantly you know.

Werewolves.

"She doesn't belong to you, Hwang," the vampire hisses in warning and the other vampires take an attacking stance, ready to kill.

"She may not belong to my pack but she is a werewolf," the man, Hwang, growls in return. "And I'm obligated to care for my kind, regardless of their status."

"She will not got with you."

"I wasn't asking. You've trespassed werewolf territory, my lands. Unless you want to end up headless, I suggest you leave."

"Never."

A split second was all it took but the moment you blinked, you find the vampire holding you captive lying still on the ground, head chopped off his body.

The hand squeezing your throat is gone and you gasp as you breathe in again, the rush of oxygen making you dizzy and you're unable to control yourself from falling over.

A pair of hands grab you before you fall to the ground, however, and you sigh in relief at the warmth surrounding your senses, unconsciously snuggling to the source of warmth and feeling safe at home.

"You're safe now," is the last thing you hear as you drift away to dreamland. _____

You hear the sound of birds chirping in delight as you regain consciousness, memories flooding back into you one by one and you sit up instantly with a sharp intake of breath, gasping for air.

"Calm down, calm down," you hear a female voice say but you can't be bothered to question who it is, unable to focus om your surroundings and still struggling to breathe.

You're not sure if you heard right but you hear a door slam open and people shouting frantically.

Tears start streaming down your face as you recall the horrors you've faced for the past few days and the recollection worsens your breathing.

"Calm down, omega. You're safe here," a soothing voice says, stroking your hair. Unlike the first voice, it's of a deeper tone but the presence is much gentler and comforting and your wolf whines in recognition.

Within seconds, your mind has cleared and your breathing starts to get back to normal. Carefully, you open your eyes, taking a look at your surroundings. As you turn to look at your savior, you're met by the most gorgeous man you have ever seen in your life.

His looks could be said to be crafted by the gods themselves with porcelain skin and captivating full lips. His eyebrows are the definition of perfect and his jet black hair frames his face delicately. But the one feature that captivates you the most are his chocolate brown eyes and you find yourself getting lost in his gaze, expression filled with awe at his beauty.

You might've stared at him for a little too long until you hear him cough under his breath.

Mother always said, "Don't stare at people."

Instantly, your face turns beet red, embarrassed at being reprimanded for staring. He doesn't seem to really mind though with the way he smirks and raises his brow. Either way, you duck your head down to avoid his gaze.

"How're you feeling, little one?" Now that you can hear and focus properly, his voice is like honey, smooth, sweet and addictive.

"I feel better," you rasp out, throat dry and voice a little croaky.

He hands you a cup of water to quench your thirst and you gratefully take it from him, gulping it down.

"Slow down, sweetheart. Else you might choke."

You blush at the both the pet name and reminder and you nod abashedly, handing him the cup back.

"Tell me, omega," he starts and you curiously peer up at him. "What happened to you?"

You ignore the lump in your throat as you look outside, retelling the events that led up to this moment.

"My pack was attacked by rogue vampires, rogues from the southern coven if I'm not wrong."

He hums at your statement, telling you that indeed, you're right.

"I was on my way back home after gathering a few herbs when I sensed a change in the air, there were new, unfamiliar scents. I had a suspicion it was vampires and when I heard my father, the alpha, howl, I knew it was a signal to run. So I ran and never stopped. I don't know if anyone even survived and I-I just-"

You break down into tears as guilt fills you. You had been so focused on running for your life that you didn't stop to think about what happened to your family.

"It's alright, sweetheart," he mumbles into your hair as he embraces your frail form, stroking the back of your head to calm you down once more. "It's not your fault. Hopefully, there will be survivors from your pack and they made it out alive."

You can only nod in agreement as sobs wreck through you, mourning the death of your family now that you're safe from danger with the alpha soothing you. _____

"What would you like to eat?" he asks once you feel a little better.

"I don't know," you chuckle tiredly. "Anything will be fine."

Hyunjin frowns at that. "You need to have a proper meal, you haven't eaten since you ran away and that's 5 days ago."

"I was out for 3 days?" you ask with wide eyes, you expected to be a dead for a while but 3 days was a little too long.

"Yes, Yeji has already cleaned your bruises and dressed you this morning but you need to eat. You're small enough as it is, you can't lose any more weight."

"Yes, sir," you mumble.

"Hyunjin," he tells you and you glance up to see him look at you with a soft smile, dimples formed and eyes crinkling into crescents. "My name's Hyunjin."

"I'm Y/N," you smile back, a little blush adorning your cheeks.

He's so handsome.

You can't help but inwardly sigh at his beauty. Not only was he gorgeous but he's very charming and nice too.

Snap out of it, Y/N. You don't really know the man and he probably already has a mate. He's an alpha for God's sake. That Yeji person he talked about might be his mate.

You force yourself out of your thoughts when you hear him clear his throat.

"Yes?"

"Are you alright? You spaced out a little."

"I'm fine. It happens all the time to me so it's nothing to worry about."

"Let's go eat then."

"Alright," you say as you swing your legs to the side of the bed, planting your feet firmly on the floor before getting up, stumbling a little from the lack of use.

"Carefully now, we don't want you to end up in bed for a few days again," he teases you as he holds his arm out for you to hold.

You chuckle lightly at his statement before grabbing onto his arm to walk steadily down the stairs.

You can see a few people loitering around the large living room as you walk downstairs, laughing loudly and chattering amongst themselves.

It turns out that your presence doesn't really bother them as they don't seem to stop in their activity or glare at you with hostility.

"That's only a few members of the pack," Hyunjin tells you as he guides you to the kitchen.

"Where are the others?"

"Some are out on patrol and some are in their homes or doing other activities within the compound."

"Do you live here?"

"Nah, I have my own cabin. This is the main house but we usually use it for meetings and some bonding time. There are guest rooms upstairs though, the one you slept in is a guest room."

"Are there any pups around?" you ask curiously and Hyunjin smiles as the question, a certain fondness overtaking his features.

"Yeah, my cousin gave birth last week to triplets. Aside from them, there are 4 more pups that belong to a few other pack mates."

"There's not much of them around, I see."

"We're quite a newly established pack, Y/N. I started the pack two years ago with my closest friends, my brothers in arms. The eight of us joined together to form a new pack and the other seven elected me as the head alpha considering that I was the one who suggested the idea in the first place."

"A pack of alphas, did that start out weird?" you teasingly ask, knowing that a group filled with testosterone wouldn't really end well.

"The first few months needed adapting, we had to have weekly meetings regarding issues to discuss possible solutions. There were a lot of arguing in the beginning, of course. We were headstrong and hated being proved wrong. It died down however and everything's been peaceful with new wolves coming into the pack. Some are family, some are lone but what matters is that we're all one pack in the end."

"That's true. The pack is important. My father was an alpha who started a pack by himself, brought a few of his friends in and continued on until he mated with my mom. He wanted to live peacefully in a secluded area within the higher grounds of the forest so we moved. We settled there when I turned 4, I was just a little pup itching to run around."

Hyunjin laughs while grabbing a plate from the drawer, plating some homemade food for you to eat.

"Well, little one. Time to eat and you better finish it up."

"You put too much food," you whine, glancing up at him.

He simply stares you down and lets out a light growl.

Out of instinct, you duck your head down in submission, obeying him.

Unbeknownst to you, Hyunjin feels a swell of warmth in seeing you submit to him. _____

As weeks passed by, you've adapted yourself to the pack, being welcomed and accepted as a new member.

You've been helping out with chores and babysitting; you've always loved kids. It's why you've always taken the babysitting task in your old pack and surrounded yourself with kids.

The pups took an instant liking to you, nuzzling their heads into your sides as soon as you met them. There's this calming aura around you, Yeji said once. Your presence feels comforting and warm, drawing people in with your bright personality.

Sure, the first few days you were a little awkward and shy, you had just gone through a tough time. But everyone was forgiving and open, allowing you to take your time to adjust to your new living condition.

And after all this time, you've just found out that Hyunjin is not mated. In fact, he's the only one out of the eight original members to not have already mated.

The fact surprised you immensely. You thought Yeji was his mate and when you confessed to that, she cracked up.

"Y/N, oh my god! How could you? He's literally my brother!" Yeji had laughed, so hard that her stomach hurt.

Your mouth hung open then, in disbelief. And Jisung passed by commenting how you looked like a fish out of water, which earned him a quick smack to the head.

You felt stupid then and curiously you asked Yeji why he hadn't mated yet.

"He told me that he was waiting for the right one, apparently no omega's caught his eye. Even though he's been set up on dates with the prettiest and curviest of wolves, he's never spared them a second glance," she said.

You deflated a little at that. Ever since he saved you, Hyunjin made sure to check up on you every once in a while, the same gentle smile adorning his features every time you met.

And that smile made you fall for him even deeper. The smallest of gestures he directed towards you would make your heart skip a beat and turn your face flush.

You long to stand by his side and call him your alpha but Yeji's words made you question your beliefs.

If he didn't find a pretty and sexy omega interesting, why would he be interested in you?

Oh, how wrong you are. _____

You've recently turned 18, a toast to being an adult. The wolves of your pack celebrated the occasion, throwing a party for you with vigor.

You felt happy then and felt like you truly belonged in the pack as their new omega. It won't be long till you're supposed to mate and carry pups.

And the first step to that is to go through your first heat. Usually, female wolves experience their first heat when they turn 17 and after that, they're able to shift into their wolf forms.

While for males, they'd experience their first heat at the age of 16, a determinant on whether they're an alpha or a beta, but their ability to shift takes place since young. It's not uncommon to see male pups wrestling each other in their wolf forms.

Yet here you are, 18 and still haven't gone through your first heat. Your mother did fill you in about the details of the heat but she did not inform you of the signs and pain before the heat. _____

A few weeks later, you find yourself wide awake at 7 am in your shared cabin with Yeji.

You feel cramps in your lower stomach so you thought that you might be getting your period soon. You've never experienced a heat before so you wouldn't know exactly how it'd feel.

Since you can't go back to sleep, you opt to take a stroll along the compound and see what your pack mates are up to.

Carefully, you slip out of the cabin to not wake sleeping Yeji up, she needed her beauty sleep.

It's still a little too early for people to be up but still, you hear your favorite pup's loud laughter and you smile in glee as you see him running to you.

"Y/N!" Chenle, a 5 year old pup, exclaims in delight as he latches onto your leg, squeezing it.

"Chenle!" you squeal and pick him up, hugging him close to your bosom. "Why're you awake so early?"

He grins at you. "Mama told me that if I want to be a big boy, I need to wake up early and help Papa!"

You laugh at how adorable he looks, nuzzling your cheek onto his.

"Is that so? Then why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be helping your father with the male duties?" you tease him.

"You're right! Y/N, let me down, please. I wanna go help Papa!" he wiggles in your hold, wanting to be let down.

"Alright, geez! But I'm taking you back to your Mama first."

"But-"

"Do you even know what your father does in the morning, baby cakes?" you smile at his confused expression, playfully biting his cheek.

"Y/N!" he giggles at your action, shaking his head excitedly.

You laugh at him, leisurely carrying him back to his cabin.

"See? That's why we need to go to your Mama first. Besides, if you want to be a big, strong man then you need to drink plenty of milk and eat your meals. You can't do anything on an empty stomach."

"If I drink a lot of milk then will I get as big and strong as Alpha Hyunjin?" he peers up at you with curious eyes.

"Of course. However, there's one more condition."

"What's that?" Chenle leans into you, interested.

"You have to eat veggies!"

"Ew, no! Y/N, that's disgusting!"

You laugh as you hold him tighter in your hold, savoring the warmth.

Unbeknownst to you, a certain head alpha watched the whole interaction with a fond smile and a loving gaze. But once he smells the change in your scent, his eyes darken and glaze over in lust. _____

"Y/N, are you in heat?" Ryujin, another close friend of yours, asks during your little baking episode.

You look at her with a raised brow. "I'm pretty sure I told you how I haven't experienced my first heat yet. I really don't know how it feels."

"I'm serious, Y/N. Your scent's a lot stronger now than it was this morning! Did you feel any cramps of some sort this morning?"

"No-" you start but cut yourself off as you remember the cramp you had earlier this morning.

"Shit, Y/N! You need to get back into your cabin before it starts. Once it fully kicks in, you won't be able to think properly aside from wanting to be dicked down."

"Ryujin!"

"Hey, it's true! We need to get you back before-"

"Ah!" you exclaim as pain surges through your abdomen, and heat starts to crawl through your nether regions.

"-that," Ryujin cringes at how you start to clutch onto your stomach. "Y/N, stay with me. Come on, let's get you back."

'Yeji!' Ryujin shouts through the telepathic pack link, calling out to the older girl in panic.

"What's wrong?" Yeji exclaims as she runs into the kitchen, eyes widening at your position. "Oh, no. This calls for trouble. We need to get her back before all the unmated alphas or betas start scenting her."

Yeji bends down to carry you, not bothered by your weight due to how light you are.

"Get the bed ready," Yeji tells Ryujin who sprints towards your cabin right away.

Yeji tries to run as she carries you in her arms, eyes focused on the path before her.

Meanwhile, you're starting to grow hotter and needier by the minute. You feel like taking all your clothes off because of how hot you feel and the amount of slick you're starting to produce can't be contained any longer.

Surely by now, there's a wet patch on your sweats, slick leaking through your panties. You can't help but whimper at the heat and pain in your core, your wolf whining in need.

Yeji notices the change in your attitude and starts rushing through the compound. Unfortunately, things don't always go according to plan and Yeji finds a certain Lee Donghyuk blocking her path.

"Goddamn it, Lee! Move!"

"And let my opportunity with sweet Y/N go to waste?" he scoffs, walking towards you with arms stretched out. "I'll take her from here."

Of course, with your acceptance into the pack comes a few disadvantages as well. You don't know how it happened but you've gained yourselves a few admirers such as Lee Donghyuk and Huang Renjun to name a few.

They've been pestering you since you came in, taking every opportunity to land a kiss on your cheek or nuzzle into your neck and it infuriates you every time because damn it, Hyunjin is the one you want.

And if he doesn't want you then no one will have you.

Fortunately, you still have half a mind through your incessant whimpers and whines to growl at him. "Fuck you, Lee."

"Omega!" his eyes flash red in anger but before anything could happen, Minho appeared and squeezes his shoulder in warning.

"If she doesn't want you then don't force her. She's in enough pain as is," Minho tells him in a low growl, gesturing Yeji to continue on with a quick cock of his head.

Yeji nods at him before sprinting to your shared cabin, kicking the door open before hurriedly setting you on the bed.

"She's burning up," Yeji curses under her breath. "What do we do?"

"Do you think we should call an alpha for her?" Ryujin asks, unsure.

"Let's not be hasty. We don-"

"Alpha," you whimper in need. "I want my alpha, please."

"Y/N?" Yeji calls out to you to confirm your words. "Are you absolutely sure?"

You continue to whimper, tugging on your clothes with grunts of pain.

"Alpha, please. Please," you whine as you roll on your bed, slick coating the sheets.

"What do we do?" Ryujin asks Yeji helplessly.

"She wants her alpha but who exactly does she mean?"

"Please not Renjun, she'll regret losing her virginity to him for the rest of her life."

"Please, please," you whimper in need, dry humping the sheets. "Alpha, please."

Yeji's head starts to spin from the heavy musk of arousal. "Y/N, be specific."

"My alpha," you cry. "Hyunjin, alpha!"

"Hyunjin?" Ryujin asks with wide eyes.

"I fucking knew it," Yeji cheers but a glare from Ryujin cuts her off. "Alright, you stay here. I'll get-"

"No need," a voice cuts them both off as the door swings open, revealing said alpha.

"Hyunjin-"

Hyunjin growls lightly at his sister and she raises her hands in surrender before pulling Ryujin by the arm.

"Have fun!" she calls out before slamming the door shut behind her.

Thankfully, the walls of every cabin is soundproof, especially Hyunjin's cabin but obviously, neither of you have the ability to make a trek to his cabin near the main house.

Hyunjin has sensitive hearing, the best in the pack and he could hear your soft moans and whimpers all the way from his cabin, driving him insane.

The change in your scent this morning had made him light-headed, driving him into an early rut.

Usually, he'd spend his ruts in his cabin by himself, not wanting to copulate with just any female. He wanted to properly mate with his she-wolf, the person destined to be his mate and carry his pups.

And ever since you stepped foot into his life, he believes that you're the one. Your easy-going personality has him melting in ways unfathomable. Yet, you're way too pure and innocent.

You don't realize how the smallest things you do ignite a passion inside him, he wants to hold you close and keep you safe from harm. He wants to love you hard and soft all the same and keep you away from prying eyes.

He wants to keep you caged beneath him as he does the dirtiest things to your body and knot you till you're full of his cum. And right now, it's the perfect opportunity to do so.

"Alpha," you cry in desperation, hands reaching out for him. "Alpha, please."

"My little omega," he coos as he sits on the edge of the bed, gently stroking your hair and effectively calming you down. "Is my little omega finally experiencing her heat?"

You nod at him, nuzzling into his hand that's moved down to your cheek.

"Look how small and pretty you are, omega."

"Only for you, alpha," you confess through hooded eyes. "I want to be small and pretty only for you."

Hyunjin feels his breath hitch at how ethereal you look covered in your own slick and sweat, the primal instincts inside him begging to be released.

"Is that so? Am I your alpha now?"

You nod fervently. "Yes, alpha, please. Please mark me as yours."

You whimper into his touch as he strokes your cheek, arousal still clouding your mind but the words you say are heartfelt, spoken with the purest of intentions.

When Hyunjin makes no move whatsoever, you whine in need, removing your body from his touch and planting yourself face down, raising your hips into the air and pushing your ass into him.

Hyunjin growls in satisfaction at your display of submission, hands tracing the wet patch on your sweats.

"Alpha, please!"

"Please what, omega? What do you want me to do?"

"Anything, just make me yours," you whine before turning to look him in the eyes. "Knot me till I'm full of your cum, please, Alpha."

At hearing those words, something inside Hyunjin snaps, years of practiced control and patience thrown out the window at your pleas and he doesn't waste more time.

He pulls you into his lap, latching his lips onto yours, tongue skillfully tracing every inch of your wet cavern. You let him dominate you, feeling yourself grow weaker in his touch.

"The things I want to do to you," he growls as he sucks onto your neck, marring your skin with purple bruises.

He scents your mating gland, eyes darkening in pure animalistic lust. "Strip for me, omega."

It takes everything in you to muster the ability to stand on your two feet but the thought of pleasing your alpha sends your mind into overdrive.

Immediately, you pull your hoodie over your head and unclasp your bra, letting your boobs spill out into the open air, your nipples pink and perked.

You shimmy out of your sweats, leaving you in just your panties. But as you grasp the waistband of your panties, Hyunjin grabs your hand.

The action has you confused until he flips you back onto the bed. "I'll do the honors, sweetheart."

Hyunjin latches himself onto your nipples, sucking and squeezing on them like his life depended on it.

You whimper in pleasure and pain, the heat in your core intensifying. "Alpha."

Hyunjin grips the hem of your panties and slowly pulls them down, revealing your most sacred possession.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your slick coated pussy, hole clenching around the air in need and slick just dripping down your nether region.

Hyunjin locks his eyes with yours as he bends down to face your sopping cunt. Experimentally, Hyunjin licks up your slit and you gasp at the feeling, pleasure starting to consume you as he sucks on your clit like hard candy.

In a haze, you feel his fingers poking your entrance and you whimper as he starts to slip them in, your moans increasing in frequency and your breathing unsteady.

Within seconds, Hyunjin has you coming undone on his tongue, back arching off the bed and hands gripping the sheet so hard you might pop a vein. You come with a loud call of his name as your body shudders in pleasure.

"Think you can take me, omega?" Hyunjin asks once he’s made sure to lick up all of your juices, lips glistening in your cum.

"Yes, please. Alpha, please give me your cock."

"Only I get to see you so weak and vulnerable, right? Huang Renjun and Lee Donghyuk won't have the privilege of tasting this sweet pussy, right?"

"No, Alpha! Only you can have me!"

"Your body's only mine to touch, pleasure, and this pussy," Hyunjin cups your heat, making you moan at the touch. "belongs to me and only I get to dump my cum in there and knot you until you're full and swelling with my seed."

You whimper at his words, fully wrecked with arousal.

"You'd like that, won't you? You'd like to be stuffed with my knot until you're bursting with my cum? Can your little pussy take my cock? You're such a small girl, will your pussy be enough for me?"

"Yes, Alpha! Please take me."

"Good girl," Hyunjin praises with a soft kiss to your lips, breaking the contact a second later to strip himself of his clothing.

You rake your eyes over his form, the way his hair shines in sweat to the way his skin glows ever so brightly. You drink in his toned chest, muscular biceps and perfect abs. You can feel yourself get even wetter as he rids himself of his pants and boxers, the sight of his twitching cock causing another gush of arousal to exit you.

Hyunjin notices and gives you a smirk, obviously proud at your reaction.

Your mouth waters at his cock, the tip a fiery red with bulging veins on the body. He's long and thick, so thick that you question if it'll fit inside you.

"I'll fuck you well, omega," he growls as he approaches, eyes locked on yours and he looks absolutely feral. The sight has you keening, slick gushing out of you as you await his next move.

"Present for your alpha," he commands, staring you down.

In less than a second, you're on your knees with your ass raised in the air, face planted down on the bed.

Hyunjin groans at the sight of your gushing core, cock hardening even more if that's possible. Slowly, he climbs onto the bed, hands cupping a feel of your soft flesh before tracing the tip of his cock on your nether lips.

You whine in protest but a low rumble from Hyunjin shuts you up. Carefully, he slips into your cunt, inching his cock inside till he bottoms out.

You're so well lubricated that you don't really feel any pain at the intrusion, only slight discomfort that goes away once he bottoms out.

You moan at the feeling of being so full, pressing your ass even more against his hips, bending your body into a 45 degree angle.

"Fuck, sweetheart. You feel so good around me."

Hyunjin wastes no time and begins pounding into you roughly, each thrust pinpointed at your g-spot, making your toes curl in delight.

Your moans start rising in pitch, your walls clenching around him like a vice and Hyunjin growls, the action making him pound you harder until it has you screaming.

"Do I fuck you good? Does my cock feel good? This pretty little pussy's only mine to use, isn't it?"

"Yes, yes, yes," you gurgle. "You feel so good, Alpha. Use me all you want but please, please, let me cum."

Hyunjin continues pistoning his hips into yours, the tip of his cock brushing your cervix, and it has you keening into him, your body trembling in pleasure.

"Are you close, Omega? Do you want me to fill you up with my cum? Knot you until you burst with my seed and swell with my pups?"

"Yes, yes, please. Alpha, please," you sputter. "Alpha, please mark me."

You bare your neck to him, allowing him to scent you and Hyunjin reaches down to rub your clit. The added pressure has you squeezing around him, your muscles clenched as you reach your high, face contorted in pleasure and mouth hung open in a silent scream.

As the first wave of your orgasm rushes over you, Hyunjin bites into your mating gland, piercing the soft skin and sucking on it, officially marking you as his.

You moan at the added pleasure, mind starting to clear a little. But as Hyunjin continues to fuck you through your orgasm, the prolonged sensation transitions from pleasure into pain.

"Alpha," you whimper.

"Just a little more, sweetheart," Hyunjin kisses the back of your neck as his knot starts to swell and attaches itself onto your cervix, jets of cum spurting out of him and painting your walls white.

The slight pain makes you whimper lowly, but the sound doesn't go unnoticed.

"Sweetheart, are you alright?" Hyunjin asks worriedly, turning your face around a little so that he could see you.

"I'm fine, it just hurts a little."

Hyunjin carefully positions you on your side so you can lay down comfortably, spooning you from behind.

"Can't believe it took a heat to realize each other's feelings," Hyunjin laughs after a moment of silence, the two of you still breathless.

"I thought I was the dumb one," you tease.

"Ready to play with fire, omega?"

You squeal as he lightly tickles your side, leaning your body into his.

"This feels nice," you muse, nuzzling your cheek onto his bicep.

"Which one? The fact that we're finally mates or the fact that I just fucked you senseless and you've still got my knot in you?"

"Alpha!" you blush at his words, your shy demeanor coming back and you couldn't help but cover your face in embarrassment.

"Hey, none of that," Hyunjin chides as he grasps your hand, interlocking it with his. "You don't have to be shy with me."

You smile in his embrace, feeling his knot start to deflate after a while and Hyunjin carefully pulls out of you, making you whine at the loss of contact.

"We'll go again later, sweetheart. Heats don't end with just one fuck."

"Hyunjin~" you whine as you turn around in his embrace, wrapping your arms around his torso.

Hyunjin chuckles as he strokes your hair, pulling you closer into him. "I love you, my little Omega."

He can feel you smile at his words and his heart swells as he hears you say the three most sacred words back to him.

"And I love you, my handsome Alpha."

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Fearless: Chapter 13

Pairing: Werewolf! Jeon Wonwoo x Vampire!Reader Genre: Romance, Fantasy, Non-Idol Au WC: 4.1k+ Warning: Language, Violence, Gun usage, Descriptions of burn wounds, mild gore AU Lore: Vampire Coven Info/Wolf Pack Info/Lore Info Tag List: @moon-asia @uglychildd @skjdln @darkacrimson @woozisnoots @hwangjangmi @rjsmochii @fluffyhyeju @svtjuniverse @karmacqre @dwcljh @taeyeon-got-shmoney @2dmoonenback @moonchild9499

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A/N: So this chapter is probs the longest one yet! I was trying to wrap things up in this one but it ended up a bit too long so there is probably maybe one or two chapters more, plus an epilogue! This chapter is ROUGH, please be warned before reading! If you want to skip the rough bit the first “***” signals the end of the fight!

I also realized while writing this chapter that...I haven’t written Chan in this story yet ^^;; he’s been mentioned because he is a part of the Coven’s inner circle but he...hasn’t show up. oops

Chapter List: Chapter 1/Chapter 2/Chapter 3/Chapter 4/Chapter 5/Chapter 6/Chapter 7/Chapter 8/Chapter 9/Chapter 10/Chapter 11/Chapter 12/Chapter 13/Chapter 14

It felt like you had been running forever before your eyes caught a glimpse of Jacob trailing behind the other members of his group, who you could only assume were chasing the stray that had taken Minah. Watching them slip into a small Alleyway you reached out to grab Vernon’s arm, effectively stopping him from following them.

He looked back and fixed you with a confused expression, but you lifted a finger to your lips to gesture him to stay silent. You then turned your attention elsewhere, and found another small alley that seemed to be running parallel to the one that your allies had run down, which was exactly what you were hoping for. Gesturing with a small tilt of your head, you urged him to follow you.

It was a bad idea to try and get this guy all from one angle, especially if you were right in your theory that he wasn’t working completely alone.

As you crept through the side alley, you hoped that somehow Minghao knew what you were planning and would attempt to stall. You had no doubt that he had been the first on the scene so you were only hoping that he wouldn’t start anything until you were in a good position to try and surround the stray. It was doubtful, considering you didn’t know how the stray would react to being cornered like this, but you held onto the small shred of hope that Minghao could keep the situation under control.

Exiting the alley onto the main road, you led Vernon to the right, and took a glance down the alley before entering.

From what you could see, the Stray had his back to you with Minah in his arms, while Minghao, Gahyeon, Kevin, Jacob, and Wonwoo stood a few feet away from him. The stray had buried his face into Minah’s neck and you felt yourself almost run towards him despite your better judgement.

Taking a deep, yet unnecessary, breath before gesturing for Vernon to hold his position. You quietly crept towards the male and his hostage, while doing your best to remember all the lessons from Mingaho and hoping that you were completely silent.

“Is this little human worth all the fuss? Surely Soonyoung has better things to do than deal with, little old me?”

That voice. You knew that voice, thought you hadn’t heard it since...well since you had been turned. There was no other person who it could be, not who also knew Soonyoung. If this was who you were thinking, then you needed to get Minah away from him now.

As soon as you were in range, you threw your arms out and harshly pulled his head backwards and away from Minah. The action not only retched him towards you, but caused him to lose his grip on Minah because of the surprise of the attack. You jumped to the side, away from the male and watched as Wonwoo appeared almost instantly and just barely missed hitting him harshly in the face only for the male to be tackled by Gahyeon. You let those two handle him for a moment before rushing to Minah who had been caught by Minghao.

The girl was sobbing and trembling as Minghao tried to help her to her feet. Before you could ask if she was alright, a loud gunshot rang out through the alley followed by the familiar growl of Gahyeon.

“Keep her safe!” You ordered Minghao before turning your attention back to the action behind you. You immediately noticed that you were, in fact, right about his numbers, but what surprised you was that...not all of them were Vampires. You could see Vernon, who was the furthest from you, currently involved in a tussle with a Dark fae, along with a few wolves, vampires, and even a single human was in their ranks. You were definitely outnumbered but only by a little bit, and you would only need to hold out until the other teams arrived. You only hoped that they got your message and heard the fighting.

Taking the fight back to the source you called out his name.

“Taemin!”

As his eyes caught yours, you watched a smile creep onto his face. If it weren’t for the situation you could have mistaken that smile for one of actual kindness. He just...had that way about him.

“Well well, if it isn’t Soonyoung’s little one. I’m honestly surprised he let you out for all this.” Despite the fighting around you, Taemin seemed to almost casually saunter over to you. “I wonder how mad he would be if I killed you? Do you think he would…come for revenge?”

Before you could blink, Taemin was on you. His leg swiftly aimed for your head, your reactions just fast enough to drop to the ground. You palms bracing yourself on the cold snow covered concrete, keeping you balanced as you swept your leg out trying to knock his feet out from under him. He simply jumped back and out of the way as you pushed yourself off of the ground to jump at him.

“Or do you think he would run away again? He’s awfully good at that, isn’t he?” Opting to ignore him, you pulled back your arm in an attempt to catch him with a right hook. As you did this you heard another gunshot, only this time the groan of pain caused you to hesitate for just a brief moment as you recognized the voice.

Wonwoo was hurt.

Seemingly seeing this hesitation, Taemin tilted his head to the side with curiosity filling his eyes.

“Is that care for a wolf? From you, little one? Oh how time has change the both of us.” He let out a soft cruel chuckle, which was just enough of a distraction for you to sink your nails into his cheek, ripping the skin open before he shoved you away. This definitely seemed to anger him, but just as before...when he had gotten Soonyoung kicked out of his former Coven, he was completely in control of those emotions.

The alley way was filled with a loud scream and the smell of burning flesh and you felt your whole body freeze, which gave Taemin the perfect opportunity to strike.

“It seems you haven’t learned anything since we last met, little one. Emotions only breed weakness.” As you were distracted, he took that opportunity to land a firm hit on your gut. You remembered this feeling, the dense pain that entered your abdomen as you felt like all of the air had left your lungs. Sure you didn’t need to breathe any longer but old habits die hard. As he pulled one hand away, the other reached out to grasp your head and soon your face was buried in a small layer of snow before meeting the unforgiving concrete below.

“Oh Little one, do you remember what kills wolves the quickest?” The question was rhetorical but you knew what he was implying. Silver bullets, even if they didn’t hit a critical location, the silver would spread like a poison unless it was removed.

You didn’t have time to think about your next move, so you reached out and ripped his ankle out from under him. The action causing him to lose his grip on you as well as lose his balance.

Quickly taking the opportunity to push yourself up, you felt blood drip from your nose and fall to stain the snow below you. Your eyes darted around, taking an assessment of the field but you were also hoping that in that split second that you could confirm Wonwoo was okay. You didn’t immediately see him, but what you did get to witness was Soonyoung, appearing from practically nowhere and taking a running leap towards Taemin. A loud guttural growl that vaguely sounded like Taemin’s name escaping him, if you had thought he had been angry with you...well this was a different type of anger.

Trusting Soonyoung to have the situation handled, you continued your search for Wonwoo only to find him collapsed against a wall with a Summer Fae above him ready to finish the job.

Before you had even registered what was going on, a new wave of emotions rushed through your system as you took a running start towards the woman your arms wrapped around the waist of the woman as you effectively tackled her to the ground. Landing with you on her back, you quickly grabbed the mess of red hair on her head and began slamming her face harshly into the snow covered concrete. You were so focused on causing this woman pain that you didn’t even notice the rest of the reinforcements arriving. All you could see was red, and all you wanted was for this woman to suffer.

You weren’t sure how long you were there but...you knew it was far too long as you could hear the sickening crunch of bones. When you were certain she was dead you forced yourself off of her and rushed over to Wonwoo’s unconscious body, not caring about the rest of the fight going on around you.

Quickly you began to examine the extent of his injuries, the top left side of his face swollen and blistering from the open flame that had been ignited on it, bits of his hairline had been burned away, there was a bullet lodged into his lower abdomen which had to be the silver one that Taemin had mentioned before. A small slew of curse words left your lips as you realized what you were going to have to do. You would rather feel the burn of the silver against your skin than sit here and just let him slowly die.

You were glad he was unconscious, as you dug your fingers inside of the wound flinching at the feeling as you tried to get a grip on the bullet so that you could pull it out. All that was pushing you forward was the need for him to be okay, you didn’t even care about the mission anymore, you just needed him to live through this. He had given you a feeling, a rush of emotions, you hadn’t felt in the longest time and you didn’t want that to end this soon. You wanted to try with him, and you didn’t care that he was a wolf, you just wanted him.

With a small choked sob you ripped the bullet out, tossing it to the side without care. Quickly tearing off part of the bottom of your shirt you pressed firmly against the bullet wound in an attempt to stop the bleeding. The sounds of victory completely lost to your ears. The only thing you could hear was the slowing sound of his heart beat, it felt like you were underwater...suffocating as you watched his unmoving expressionless face.

“No...no come on you dumb wolf, you can’t die in a fucking alley.” You muttered, words feeling frantic as you did your best to stop the bleeding but to no avail. You felt your teeth break the skin of your lower lip as your eyes focused in on the blood now staining your hands.

Soon enough members of his pack rushed over and tried to help you with him. Saying something about him needing medical attention, and the name Mingyu. You didn’t bother trying to stop them until you felt someone attempting to pull you away from him and that’s when everything went red. Your body tensed and all you couldn’t form a single coherent thought. You felt...painfully hungry and all this blood smelled wonderful. The last thing you heard before completely black out, was the familiar voice of Soonyoung shouting.

“Fuck, it’s a frenzy. Gahyeon, restrain her!!”

***

Everything hurt.

That was the only thing Wonwoo could think of when he felt himself drifting back into consciousness. Out of instinct, he slowly tried to push himself into a sitting position only for the pain in his abdomen to spike which caused him to fall back into the lying position he had been in.

Taking a moment to take in his surroundings he realized that...part of his face, didn’t feel like anything. He couldn’t open that eye either, his vision only coming from his right eye. That was...concerning. Before he could evaluate himself any further, he heard the sound of a door opening to his left...where he couldn’t see. Ignoring the pain, he turned his head and watched Mingyu walking into the room with a small bundle in his hands.

Mingyu practically beamed when he realized that his friend was staring at him. Rushing over to the bedside, he quickly began looking over Wonwoo while spouting off rapid fire questions.

“How are you feeling? Do you know how long you’ve been out? How long have you been awake? Does this hurt?” At the last question, he watched as Mingyu moved his finger towards the left side of his face but never actually felt anything more than a dull kind of numb feeling.

“No.” was all Wonwoo could bring himself to say, his throat felt like a desert. That coupled with Mingyu’s question had him a bit concerned. How long had he been out. A day, a week? Maybe more? He would just have to wait for Mingyu to return to that.

Except he didn’t, he did grimace a bit at Wonwoo’s response and shook his head as he muttered a small ‘that’s not good’ to himself.

“Well, I’ve got good news and bad news.” Mingyu began, as he began pulling fresh bandages from his little bundle. He carefully moved Wonwoo as he began taking off the older bandages around his abdomen. “The good news is that, whatever happened that night scared the Stray and his gang. Soonyoung said that we shouldn’t be seeing them again. So yay, mission successful.”

Wonwoo was trying his best to focus on the information he was receiving but it was hard when it felt like his gut was on actual fire.

“The bad news is, you almost died. They had been using silver bullets and if your mate hadn’t pulled it out when she did, then we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Since it was silver though, it is taking longer to heal than it normally would. Also, I’m pretty sure the burn on your face is fourth degree since you couldn’t feel me poking you. Which is pretty bad. Also the worst part, we had to shave part of your head to make sure it didn’t get stuck to the burnt parts of your face.”

“That’s...the worst part?”

“Yeah man, it...does not look good I promise you.” If it were anyone other than Mingyu, Wonwoo would have probably been a bit annoyed at the moment. This was Mingyu though, and jokes were how he coped. If it weren’t this then it would be moping around, upset about the situation. So Wonwoo let the joke about his hair slide.

Forcing his voice out once more, Wonwoo voiced another question.

“Is she okay?”

It was silent for a moment as Mingyu finished up rebandaging him, and putting the the dirty bandages into a bag he had brought with his bundle. Once finished he looked back up at Wonwoo and stared into Wonwoo’s one visible eye his gaze harded a bit before he looked away to grab more bandages that Wonwoo assumed would be going on his face.

“She...We haven’t seen her since that night and it’s been about 2 weeks now. When they tried to pull her away from you so that they could get you back home for medical attention, she um. Well the Vampires called it a frenzy. She completely lost control of herself, she ended up breaking Cheol’s arm and she got one of her own people pretty good as well. It took a lot for them to get her back to the Bar.” He began, gently replacing the bandage on Wonwoo’s face as he continued. “Jacob’s been getting updates from that Kevin guy. He said they had to keep her locked up and somehow still locked up just...not as locked up as before? I’m not sure how, but that’s just what he was saying. Apparently they’re also having to give her more fresh blood recently to keep her out of a frenzy too.”

Wonwoo felt his heart drop the more Mingyu spoke. There was no way he would be able to make it all the way to the bar in his condition, but he needed to make sure you were okay with his own two eyes. Since from the sounds of it, you had been struggling since the incident and he had just been mindlessly sleeping.

“I’ve been keeping up with her situation cause I knew she’d be the first thing you asked about. Hyunjin has been visiting and we were talking about this. We actually think the mate pull is what’s causing her to go off the rails. Since she’s a Vampire, you being hurt is just hitting her in a different way than it would have hit a human mate, or at least that’s what we’re thinking.”

It was definitely a logical assumption, when one mate is hurt it has been known to affect the mental state of the other. This could be that manifesting, but they had no sure fire way of knowing since there were no records of a werewolf ever mating with a Vampire before. With that in mind, it was settled. Wonwoo was going to take a page from your book and throw caution to the wind. Once he was alone he was sneaking out and going to see you, he didn’t care how much it hurt.

He needed to make sure you were okay.

***

Thinking back on it, sneaking out of the house when he could barely stand was probably a terrible idea.

The good idea had been stealing Cheol’s car. Sure he would be mad but it was smarter than trying to walk there. That would have just ended up with him actually dead.

As he pulled up to the bar he parked in the parking lot behind the building and slowly made his way out of the car. Limping his way to the front door of your Coven’s home. He had never been here, and to his knowledge no werewolf had entered here before, but he was hoping that was something that would change. Especially if you were inside.

It was still light, just edging on twilight, and so he wasn’t too sure if anyone would be awake yet. Despite this, he slammed his closed fist against the door, hoping that someone would hear his knocking and let him in. As he waited, he felt his body grow heavier and his was growing a bit harder to breath in the cold snowy February weather. He felt his legs slump out from under him just as the door slowly opened, and he heard a gasp.

“Keonhee, Rowan! Help me!” The unfamiliar voice hit his ears almost as quickly as the sound of footsteps. Soon two sets of arms were helping him up and moving him into the bar, and at the urging of the first male voice they walked past the bar area and through a door labeled ‘employees only’ before taking a hard right into what Wonwoo was assuming was an office.

As the duo helped him into a metal chair, probably to avoid potential blood stains. The male looked terrified of him, almost as if he was expecting Wonwoo to fall over any moment, while the female looked...moderately concerned but ultimately ended up dragging the frightened male out of the room, as another unfamiliar male entered.

“Thanks, you two. I’ll be back to help with opening in a minute.” The new male said, patting the taller frightened male on the shoulder and giving a longing glance towards the female, who Wonwoo was almost positive was a Fae. The kind looking male made his way over and took a seat on the plush sofa across from Wonwoo.

“We definitely weren’t expecting you to show up, still half dead.” He began, chucking lightly as his eyes gazed over Wonwoo’s body. “I know you’re a wolf and all, but coming to a Coven’s den smelling of blood usually isn’t the best idea. Your blood reaks but that doesn’t mean we won’t still drink it.”

Surprisingly, despite what the male was saying, Wonwoo didn’t feel any hit of actual intent behind them. Like it was more of a simple statement than a warning. Which was interesting, all things considering, but maybe that night did change things. Maybe it was the push they needed to be able to co-exist.

“I mean, it wasn’t my best idea but i’m sure it’s what she would have done if our roles were switched.” Mentioning you had the male opposite of him throw his head back in laughter that almost sounded...sad.

After a moment the laughs died down and the male fixed Wonwoo with a look.

“Before I take you to her. I just want to clarify that I don’t approve of...whatever this is. I know you Wolves have ‘destined mates’ and all and you can’t control that but, I can speak for all of us right now. We never want to see her in this state again. I personally want to kill you right here and now so that whatever pull you have over her will go away, but I know that would make things worse.” This...this was a threat. Wonwoo understood where he was coming from, it always hurt to see the ones you cared about in pain. It made it worse that he was a wolf and that the mate pull might have been affecting you harshly.

“So you better not get this close to death again, you hear me?”

“Jun, stop threatening him. You don’t scare anyone.” The new voice caused Wonwoo to flinch lightly, glancing over, he recognized this man, Minghao. He was...a bit shocked that he hadn’t heard the shorter man enter the room. You weren’t lying when you said that he was...extremely stealthy.

His words caused the man, Jun, to jut out his lower lip in a pout.

“Come on, Hao! I was giving the dad speech! I’ve never been able to give one!”

“If anyone is gonna give him a ‘dad’ speech, it would be Soonyoung. So stop wasting time, before he actually dies.” Minghao definitely seemed to have a no nonsense attitude, and wasn’t putting up with any of the antics of his Coven mate at this point. As Jun continued to pout, Minghao made his way to help Wonwoo stand up again.

“Let’s go.” was all Minghao said before forcing Wonwoo along with him, Jun trailing behind them complaining about having to wash blood off the floor before opening tonight.

When they exited the room, they took a right and entered a door to the right at the end of the hall. The interior of the room made it seem almost like a living room in a regular home, plush red sofa was pushed against the far left wall with two matching wing chairs on either side with a coffee table in front of them. Minghao ignored them and instead pressed forward to the door on the other side of the room.

“Jun, unlock this for me.” Minghao requested, interrupting Jun’s mindless chatter that honestly Wonwoo had been ignoring up until this point, having been so focused on just walking without thinking of the pain. They slowed to a stop as they waited for Jun to take off the metal bars that had been attached to the door, setting them to the side before Minghao led him down the rather annoyingly small flight of stairs. The stairwell opened up to a rather strange underground bunker of sorts, the walls made of simple concrete with no direcorations anywhere in the hall. It was rather off putting. There were 8 doors with four on each side of the room, their small group made their way towards the furthest door on the right before Minghao let him go.

“She’s in there right now. Careful going in, she might try and feed off of you. So, don’t die I guess.” With that Minghao turned away from Wonwoo and grabbed Jun’s arm and began dragging him back up the stairs.

“Remember what I said!” Jun shouted out as he was being drug away. Which did actually get a small laugh from Wonwoo, before the still injured male turned to the heavy wooden door in front of him and slowly opened it.

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staliaqueen · 4 years

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pairing: stiles stilinski x oc a/n: it took a while but here it is! we officially only have two episodes left of season 3, and after that, we’ll move on to season 4 which feels unreal. I literally can’t believe I’ve come this far. I’m sorry for repeating myself but it’s true. anyway, hope you enjoy this chapter and please tell me what you thought! warnings: mentions of death and kidnapping, angst. wordcount: 1890

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Valerie

I opened my eyes and blinked a couple of times, trying to adjust to the new darkness around me. When my vision finally cleared I was met with the sight of a dusty white-tiled roof. I furrowed my brows in confusion. A rusty bathroom wasn't exactly what I expected Stiles' mind to be like.

I tried sitting up, but found, to my agitation, that I couldn't. I was lying on a very uncomfortable steel bed with what seemed like the thinnest mattress in human history, tied down with letter straps. A quick look to left told me that Scott was in the very same position, and suddenly it all made sense. We were in Eichen House. Well, not the actual building, just a copy of it inside of Stiles' mind. The knowledge that Stiles had been locked in here for two days made me sick to my stomach.

An annoyed huff escaped my mouth before I gathered all of the strength I had and broke free of my confines and stepped out of the bed.

"How- how did you do that?" Scott stuttered out.

I raised my eyebrows at him. "Super strength? We both have it, remember?"

"But we're in Stiles' mind."

"So? You're really gonna let him control you like that? You're a true alpha for christ's sake, just break free."

My words seemed to have shaken some sense into Scott and he managed to break free as well. "What now?" he asked.

"I don't know," I said, looking around the room. "This is my first time in someone else's head."

Scott didn't seem too amused by my sarcasm. He just walked towards the door, holding his hand out and mumbled, "Just stay behind me."

I did as he said, following behind him as he opened the squeaking metal door to the creepy corridor on the other side. Scott seeped out, and just as I was about to follow him, the door slammed in my face.

"Scott? SCOTT!" I yanked the door handle and slammed my fists against the metal but nothing was working. That door was locked shut. A gasp escaped my mouth when I turned around and was suddenly not standing in a dark cell at Eichen House, but in the corridor of Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. The place was clean and brightly lit, the only indication that I was actually in someone else's mind was the lack of people roaming the place.

The sick feeling in my stomach worsened as I started slowly walking forward, and I just knew it was a very deliberate move from the nogitsune to put me here. I tried opening a couple of doors, anything to try and help myself figure out how the hell I was supposed to help Stiles, but none of the opened, not even with my supernatural strength at play. I was beginning to lose hope when I heard the faint mumble of voices come from my right. I hurried towards them, sprinting around a corner when I stopped abruptly. I... I knew that voice.

A faint whimper escaped my throat and I said softly, "Mom?"

There was no answer of course, so I started heading towards the direction of the voices again, only this time much more slowly. I turned another corner, suddenly knowing exactly where I was. The door to that HOSPITAL ROOM standing slightly ajar.

With heavy steps, I walked towards the room and opened the door. There, on the bed, laid my mom. Stupid bald head and all. My dad was there as well and I recognized the clothes he was wearing. Of course. This was the day I found out that my mom would die. The day Stiles comforted me. Stupid nogitsune with his stupid access to all of Stiles' memories.

I backed out of the room quickly and slammed the door shut, half disappointed when I didn't see Stiles holding his arms out for me when I turned around. I was ashamed to admit that I really needed a hug from him right now.

I closed my eyes, angrily dragging my hands across my face to try and stop the tears from falling when I felt something bump against my head. I opened my eyes again and saw a single red balloon fall down to my feet. When I looked up to try and figure out where it came from all I saw was more balloons. Red, purple and blue colored they fell down around me until they were all I could see. When they suddenly cleared I was no longer standing in the bright corridor of the hospital, but in the middle of the school gymnasium, which was decorated exactly like it was the night of the Winter Formal. I was also wearing the exact same dress as I had been that night, and like the cherry on top, the song I had asked Stiles to dance to was playing through the speakers

If the hospital was the nogitsune's way of trying to break my spirits... could this be Stiles trying to show me a happy memory?

Well, it had been a happy memory until Stiles... "Left me." The end my thought came out spoken, and I turned my head towards the doors Stiles had gone through looking for Jackson, promising to come back but never did. I made my way towards the doors, the sound of my heels clicking against the floor echoing through the large room. Just before I opened the doors I took a glance back at the chair I sat in that night. It was empty, of course, but I did see my punch glass sitting on the table beside it. I let out a quiet sigh before I turned back and pushed the doors open.

The bright light blinded me at first, but after blinking a couple of times my eyes quickly got used to it. I was standing in a very large, factory-looking room. The whole room was completely white. The walls, the roof, the floor, the large columns, everything.

"Valerie!"

Scott sprinted towards me, another set of steel doors behind him.

"There you are," I said, sounding very exasperated.

"Look." Scott nudged my shoulder and pointed his finger at something in the distance. I looked at it and it was a real shocker; something that wasn't white, what?

They were sitting on the cut-down tree trunk of what I guess was the nemeton, but I had actually never seen the thing before. Stiles was sitting crosslegged on it, opposite to a mummy with a leather jacket. The nogitsune, I assumed. A tiny footstool stood between them, and if I wasn't wrong they were playing a game of go.

We immediately took off in a run towards them. But no matter how much we ran we didn't get any closer, but we did get further away from the doors, which was annoying.

"What is this, fucking Loony Tunes?" I panted as we came to a stop since running wasn't getting us anywhere. Literally. Then Scott came up with another tactic of getting Stiles' attention.

"Stiles!"

"Stilinski!"

"STILES!"

"LOOK THE FUCK OVER HERE, STILINSKI."

The screaming didn't work any better than the running.

While Scott continued to scream after Stiles, my eyes were scanning the floor after anything I could throw at him. With any luck, it would hit his head– of course.

"Scott."

Scott immediately turned towards me. "What?

"You know how Kira's mom says that foxes and wolves don't get along?"

"Yes, but why are you bringing this up now?"

I rolled my eyes. "Just listen, okay? I was over at Kira's place the other day and I ended up talking to her mom. She said that one of the reasons that Stilinski and I bump heads, at least recently, might just be nature. Because even if he isn't your beta he's still a part of your pack. He's essentially a wolf."

Scott nodded. "Yeah, of course he is."

"And what does a wolf do to signal its location to the rest of the pack?"

Realization dawned over Scott's face, and it quickly morphed into his wolf one, eyes glowing bright red, (I don't know if I'd ever get used to that).

"They howl," he said dramatically and howled. And I mean howled. I had to take a few steps back just because of its powerful impact. The floor literally shook beneath my feet.

Stiles finally turned his head and looked at us, turned back to the nogitsune and swept the pieces off the board.

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Scott's claws retracted from my neck and my eyes shot open. I stumbled forward, off the couch, hand shooting up to rest on the back of my neck, feeling the wound heal beneath my fingertips. I looked back at Stiles, who's now lifeless body was still sitting on the couch. "Did it work?"

As soon as the words left my mouth Stiles' eyes shot open. He flailed around, eyes open wide, almost like he was choking on something. He ripped the duct tape off, gargling and coughing, and pulled out a bandage out of his mouth. I recoiled in disgust as Stiles kept pulling and pulling, the string of fabric going on and on.

When it finally stopped there was a large pile of it on the floor. But none of us even had time to breathe or check on Stiles who was now sitting on the floor against the couch, because immediately a hand shot up from the pile. A hand wrapped in bandages. The hand started rising, revealing an arm in the sleeve of a leather jacket. The nogitsune got a grip on the floor and pulled itself up. Revealing another arm, a head, shoulders, torso, legs.

As it got up it immediately lunched to attack, but Scott and I were faster. We blocked it immediately, grabbing onto a shoulder each and pushing it down. It was hard, though.

"Hold it down!" bellowed Scott.

"I'm trying," I said, gritting my teeth. I really was, but the body continued to flail underneath my grip. We forced it down on the floor. The constant struggling had made some of the bandages get undone.

"Wait, wait, WAIT!" I screamed.

I let go of the body and so did Scott. The bandage had gotten loose around the head, revealing a set of lips. But they weren't thin and black, hiding several rows of pointy silver teeth like the nogitsune's. They were plump and pink, the bottom lip quivering in fear. I could recognize that boy anywhere.

I started pulling at the fabric, revealing a nose, pale mole-scattered skin, and finally, a set of messy brown hair. It was Stiles. When I was done, my fingertips swept slowly over his cold cheeks and he opened his beautiful amber eyes into mine, the tears shining in them bringing out those flecks of gold. At first, I saw fear hide behind those circles of golden brown, but as they set onto my face, registering who I was, it was exchanged with a mix of confusion and relief.

"Valerie?"

Before I could respond, I was interrupted by Deaton.

"Scott," he said. Once he had the alpha's attention he nodded towards the front door, which was now opened. A quick look around told us all we needed to know.

The nogitsune and Lydia were gone.

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nickelkeep · 4 years

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Pairing: Dean/Cas Rating: Mature Word Count: 5.2K Warnings: Minor Character Death Written For: nickel’s storytime, part 4 of the Runaway Series On Ao3

Dean anxiously paced back and forth in Bobby's study. He was on the phone, and while Bobby was making some noises of approval, he couldn't get a read on the Old Man.

"Sit down." Sam hissed, pointing at one of the chairs by the window. "You're making me nervous."

"I'm making you nervous? Our old man is hunting down an innocent pack, you know, the one that has a member that I accidentally bonded with? How do you think I feel?" Dean snapped before listening to his brother's advice and sitting down.

Bobby set his phone down on his desk. "You both can knock it off." He pointed at the free seat next to Dean. "You sit down too, Sam. I need your head in the game as much as Dean's."

"What did you find out?" Dean reached for the whiskey Bobby kept on the table between the two chairs, only to have his hand slapped at by Sam. "Bitch."

"Jerk."

"And I said enough." Bobby huffed out before covering his face with his hand. He let out a sigh and dragged his hand down. "Looks like an old hunting colleague of ours got himself into a position of power out in Illinois. Name's Kubrick. He took John's application and approved it with little fanfare."

"Sounds like there's more to it." Sam leaned forward, resting his elbow on his knees. "Something fishy?"

"You two remember Annie Hawkins, right?" Bobby waited until Sam and Dean acknowledged him. "Well, I had her look into it. The patron for the license is listed as one Amanda Tapping. However–" Bobby picked his phone back up and turned it to the brothers. "The lady on the left is Amanda Tapping. The lady on the right is the one who claims to be Amanda Tapping."

"Is this Ms. Tapping a family member of one of the people the wendigo got?" Dean asked.

"Nailed it in one." Bobby nodded. "However, thanks to Annie being as good as she is, she found out that this lady on the right here is a woman by the name of Naomi Novak."

Dean sat up straighter in his chair. "Novak? Like Clan Novak." He looked at Sam. "Gabriel mentioned a Naomi."

"Who is she?"

"I'm not sure, Sam. I'm thinking she's their former Pack Leader. Gabe mentioned something about how 'female pack leaders are normally cold, like Naomi,' when we were talking about Maddie in the hospital." Dean ruffled his hair. "Maybe she is, and she was ousted. And now she's trying to get revenge on her clan?" Dean reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone.

"Calling your wolf?" Bobby sat on the corner of his desk.

"If his old Pack Leader is coming after him, I should probably warn him." He let out a heavy sigh. "Come on, Cas. Pick up." The phone went to voice mail, and Dean hung up before trying to call again.

"Dean?"

Dean hushed at Sam and waited until the phone went to voicemail again. "Shit." He jumped up from his seat and pointed at his younger brother. "Go find Maddie, protect her and her Pack. Bobby, can you get other witches or hunters to Garth and Kate's packs, please?"

He was out the door and behind his Baby's steering wheel in a matter of seconds. Cas simply did not not answer his phone. He'd pick up, say he was busy, and that he'd call back. Something about being polite and punctual. As he sped down the road to the Homestead, Dean tried two more times to call Cas, both going straight to voicemail. He hoped that it only meant that Cas was down in the bunker, and there was no signal for his call to get through.

Once he pulled up in front of the farmhouse, Dean quickly shifted Baby into park and hopped out. He didn't see any of Clan Novak's Weres out and about working, and his anxiety began to skyrocket. Dean ran up to the house and banged on the front door. When no one answered, he tried the knob and let himself in. As Dean looked around, he realized that he had come across the scene of a house left in a hurry.

"CAS?" Dean cried out, running around the house. He searched each floor quickly, pushing open bedroom doors and looking for any Weres that may have hidden. Both satisfied and unsatisfied that there was no one left in the house, Dean made his way outside and started running towards the silo.

Before he made it halfway, a single solitary gunshot rang through the air. "CAS!" Dean cried out. He paused for all of a moment listening for the echo of the shot to fade before determining the location of the shooter. Dean broke out into a sprint, making his way towards the woods on the far side of the house.

…

"Well, I knew I was right in hiding out in these woods. Breaking one or two of your wards was sure to send one of you running out here to check it." Cas fought down a growl as the man standing in front of him aimed the gun at his Aunt Amara. "Didn't think I'd be lucky enough to have a two-for-one special. Granted, I won't leave until I've killed every single one of your Pack members. That's what this nice little permit here entitles me to."

"You were able to procure a permit to kill us?" Amara's voice rang steady, helping to calm and center Cas. "I'm not sure how you achieved that legally, considering we were proven innocent."

"Then why were you so afraid?" The man took another step closer and switched his aim to Cas as Cas started to move between the two of them. "Back up, Mutt. I've been hunting with this my whole life. I'll get you and still get her before she can shift."

"Aunt Amara, if I tackle him, you can run. Please," Cas pleaded. "The Pack needs you."

"Hush, sweet Pup," Amara reached over and ran her fingers through the fur at Cas' nape. "It will all be okay."

"Like hell, it will." The man used the rifle to prod and nudge Amara, causing the distance to grow between her and Cas. "Maybe I should line you two up, no point in sparing a bullet on both of you. It would just be a waste." The hunter lifted the gun, aiming it Cas. "Sorry, Mutt, nothing personal. Just hate creatures, and the money made it so worth it."

Before he could pull the trigger, a bright streak of silver came out behind the man, biting at his arm and trying to knock the rifle free.

"You stupid beast!" The man whipped his arm back and the shirt tore away, revealing a Kevlar arm guard. "You think you're my first creature to hunt?" Before the wolf could get back to its feet, the man delivered a swift and strong kick to the wolf's ribs, sending it tumbling against the ground. "Well, you've got the honors of being the first of your pack to die, friend."

"Inias!" Amara cried out, as Cas howled and started to charge at the hunter.

A loud, solitary gunshot stopped Cas in his tracks, and the hunter turned around, racking his rifle for another shot. Cas growled and prepared to pounce on the man when Amara jumped onto him. "No, Castiel. No!"

"You think you're going to get off the hook? I've got enough silver bullets for over two hundred wolves." The man smirked. "And as far as I'm concerned, there's no one out here to hear–"

"ABI!"

The man flew across the glade and slammed into a tree. He hit with a sick thunk and slid down, collapsing at the trunk. Both Cas and Amara looked to the source of the spell, and Cas' heart started pounding rapidly at the sight of Dean, panting, resting his hands on his legs.

"Inias!" Amara wailed, scrambling to her feet, tripping as she made her way to the silver wolf. Cas watched as Dean ran next to her, and he quickly followed, using his nuzzle to move Amara out of the way. Through their bond, Cas felt as Dean's heart sank, and he instantly knew that his pack member, one of his closest kin growing up, was gone.

"Hold on for me, please." Dean started pushing magic into Inias. "Please, your pack needs you, Inias."

Cas whimpered and nuzzled against Dean. While he knew that Dean could understand what he was saying, he hoped the message was clear.

"I'm sorry, Cas. I'm sorry I wasn't fast enough." Dean got to his feet and helped Amara to her feet. He bent back down and picked up Inais' body, cradling it carefully. "Show us where to go, Cas. I need to get you two to safety before John wakes up."

Cas focused his nuzzling on Amara's hand. "You heard him, Aunt Amara. We need to go."

"I know, sweet Pup." Amara wiped at her face and fell in line behind Cas, with Dean bringing up the rear.

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Dean stood at the rear of the room, closest to the door. It felt wrong to be there, he felt like an intruder on the Pack's grief. Sure, he had gotten to know Inias over the past couple of weeks, and he mourned for the loss of a pack member beloved to Cas, but this wasn't his place.

So he stood a silent vigil in the back. While it was unlikely John would figure out how to get in the bunker, he wouldn't let anymore harm come to Clan Novak. Dean watched as Cas held his Aunt Amara, and briefly remembered that Inias was his cousin. Was Amara Inias' mother?

As Amara sunk to the floor crying, Dean felt Cas' pain and guilt wash over him. He knew that Cas took his position of Den Protector seriously. The fact that Inias died, coming to rescue him and Amara had to weigh on Cas's shoulders. Unable to cross the room to comfort Cas, Dean thought about their bond for a moment. If he could feel Cas' emotions, could Cas feel his?

Dean started small, pushing through what he hoped was a feeling of comfort. He closed his eyes and imagined pulling Cas into a warm, comforting embrace. Dean opened his eyes and found Cas whipping his head up, their eyes locking instantly. Cas' head tilted to the side and Dean inhaled sharply, knowing that Cas had felt it.

Yet, as quick as Dean had made use of their bond, Cas quickly closed it off. Unsure of what Cas meant by his actions, Dean nodded and turned towards the door, exiting the room. He quickly found the stairs and made his up, pulling his phone out of his pocket. Once Dean had a signal, he promptly swiped through his phone, pulling up Sam's number.

"Dean, how are things going over there?" Sam answered after the second ring.

"Sam. He got one. The Old Man got Inias." Dean wiped his hand over his mouth and hung his head. "I was too late getting here."

"You got there as fast as you could, Dean." Sam calmly replied, a valiant attempt at trying to comfort Dean. "I'm sure you saved a lot more of them by calling and getting Cas moving."

"Not enough, Sam." Dean leaned back against the wall and slid down it, sitting in the stair landing. "What's going on outside of here?"

"I'm not completely sure myself. I'm with Maddie's Pack, we're all in their safehouse. Bobby went to Kate's Pack, a couple of their members are out of town, but they called them to keep them out of town for an extra day or two. Rufus is with Garth's Pack, and they're all accounted for."

Dean let out a sigh of relief. "Glad to hear the old man's not had a chance to sow grief and chaos in the other packs."

"Well, it gets better. I was talking to Bobby before I called you. Annie was able to get John's permit revoked."

"Seriously?" Dean perked up and briefly contemplated running out of the bunker to help with any kind of manhunt.

"Seriously. Annie presented the evidence to the rest of the council that that Kubrick guy is on. They were apparently already pissed with Kubrick approving the permit without consulting with the rest of the group. Add on the fact that the evidence was clearly pointing to a Wendigo, not a Were or a pack."

"Cool, so state the obvious, obvious is recognized. Now we go after the bastard." The sound of steps on metal caused Dean to look down the stairs. "Since the permit is considered Null and Void, will that make what John did..."

Sam's side of the call remained quiet, and Dean pulled the phone away from his ear to make sure the call didn't drop. "...illegal kill. That's murder, Dean."

"Good." Dean closed his eyes and rested his head back against the wall. So we've already got people going after him?"

"Pretty much. Jody and Donna have already put out an APB, and I know they're personally on the move as well. John hurt a lot of people when he went dark side, Dean." Sam sighed.

"I think they're asking for assistance from the rest of the cryptid community. Specifically, the ones without weakness to silver, like Charlie and Ash, among others."

"As long as they're careful, the more, the merrier." Dean pushed himself back up to his feet. "I'm going to let the Pack know I'm heading out. Having a witch or two could be beneficial to the manhunt as well."

"I mean, don't let me stop you, Dean, but maybe you should stay in place. Cas and his Pack need you right now."

As though summoned, Cas appeared, looking up the stairs. Dean frowned. "I'll let you know, Sam. Keep me informed." Dean hung up the phone and looked at it in his palm. "Hiya, Cas."

"Hello, Dean." An awkward silence fell between them briefly, before Cas spoke up. "You're leaving?"

"I'm just getting in the way here, and if I'm out there, I can bring my father in. They revoked the permit, which means that killing Inias was illegal." Dean cringed at how he said that. "There's no way I can fix that, can I?"

Cas walked up the few steps between them. "I know what you meant, Dean. I know that hunters have their place in this world, we all do. And we know that some people are just evil." Cas hesitantly rested his hand on the side of Dean's neck.

"Cas, I'm sorry I wasn't here fast enough. I should have come right here, I should have..." Dean silenced as Cas placed a finger on his lips.

"There's nothing you could have done, Dean. I, nor the rest of the Pack, blame you." Cas removed his finger. "Inias wouldn't have let anything happen to our Aunt Amara."

"So you don't hate me?"

Cas stood up straight, the surprise evident on his face. "Why would I hate you?"

"When I tried to reach out to you through the bond?" Dean felt the blush rise on his cheeks and focused on the pattern in the steps.

Cas let out a sad chuckle. "You surprised me." Cas brought his other hand to rest on the other side of Dean's neck and pulled him in for a soft, sweet kiss. "You came to save us, Dean. You protected me and Amara."

"I had to, Cas." Dean rested his forehead against Cas'. "I heard that gunshot, and I froze."

Cas nodded slightly before dropping his hand to take Dean's. "Amara and Gabe want to talk to you. And I promise, they're not mad, they just have a lot of questions."

"I would if I were in their shoes too." Dean shook his head and smiled sadly at Cas. "Lead the way?"

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To say that the warm feeling that Dean had pushed through their bond had been a surprise was an understatement. It had left Cas in shock, and he needed to slam down any mental barriers to keep himself composed. Cas wanted nothing more to experience the bond, to feel it and feed it and nurture it, but it didn't feel right to do so while standing next to Inias.

Inias, who wouldn't get to find out if Hayden, from Kate's Pack, returned any interest. Inias, who had lost his mother early, and was raised by Amara. Inias, who had grown up with Castiel, side by side.

Cas felt bad slamming Dean out, but at that moment, he couldn't handle two overwhelming emotions at once.

When Amara pulled him aside and asked him to go get Dean, he almost refused. Not because he didn't want to see Dean, but because it made him feel worse about being the one to live, and not Inias. However, knowing that Amara would be disappointed in him, he started the search for Dean, quickly finding him sitting on the stairs.

Once back with Amara and Gabe, the main thing on Cas' mind was the brief, but sweet, kiss the two had shared, and how he initiated it. Cas knew he should be listening to Dean explain about John, but he couldn't focus on the words coming out of Dean's moving lips.

"Castiel?" Amara asked, her eyebrow raised in interest. "Dean was telling us about his father. Did you catch any of it?"

"It's okay, Amara. Cas and I can talk about it at another time. You said you had other questions?" Dean took Cas' hand and gently squeezed it.

"If this question is too personal, I understand, but I have this need to know, much like Castiel, I'm sure." She paused and looked at Cas before looking back to Dean. "Are you a natural-born witch?"

"Yes, ma'am." Dean nodded.

"Your mother, I'm assuming."

Dean looked at Cas and nodded again. "Yeah. She was natural-born, as was her mother, and then there's magic woven throughout all of those branches. My brother and I can trace magic back so far in our line that we can go back to the beginning of written history." He turned to look at back at Amara, and Cas focused on her as well.

"That explains a lot." Amara smiled softly and rested her hand on Dean's shoulder. Cas tilted his head and felt anger build up inside of him. "Anna told me that she tried to tell you the significance of Castiel's fur?"

"She had mentioned something about Cas not being able to bond if he didn't want it. And then she had offered to let me in on a secret about his fur." The surprise must have shown on Cas' face, as Dean immediately apologized. "Sorry, Cas. It wasn't something I exactly asked to know."

"I'm not mad at you, Dean. I'm more surprised that she thinks it's okay to share Were Trade secrets."

"To be fair, she was using it to keep me from fighting our bond." Dean rubbed the back of his neck.

Cas felt his eyes go wide. "You wanted to fight the bond?"

"At the very beginning, yes, Cas." Dean turned to face Cas and grabbed his other hand. "You know how guilty I feel that I took your choice away from you."

"While it's commendable, and it does make me fonder of you, Dean, that's not something you would have had to worry about," Amara commented. She pulled their attention back to her. "Tell me, have you heard of the term 'Noćnivuk?'"

Cas let out a heavy sigh, knowing the lesson that Dean was about to receive.

"Can't say that I have," Dean replied.

"As a Cryptid nurse, I'm sure you're aware that all Werewolves have dormant magic. It's what we draw on to shift, what we use for our healing factor. It's what makes us who we are."

"I'm aware of that, yes."

"Noćnivuk or 'Night Wolves' are the wolves whose magic doesn't lay dormant, and can be drawn upon for other things." Amara smiled at Cas, and he let out another heavy sigh. "In our clan, if you have black fur, you're all but guaranteed to be a Noćnivuk."

"Dude, you can use magic?" Dean looked at Cas in awe.

Cas shook his head. "While I can, it's not what one would ever compare to a witch level of skill and training."

"You selling yourself short, Cas?"

"He's not exactly wrong, Dean. Castiel's magic is not like yours, but special in its own way." Amara clarified. "It's why he's our Den Protector."

"Part of why." Cas let go of Dean's hands and crossed his arms over his chest. "I'm like a focus, for the Pack. They can - for lack of a better word - leech magic off of me when they're about to run out."

"So, like a conduit?" Dean offered.

"That's actually a pretty good comparison, Dean." Gabe finally spoke up after sitting quietly for a while. "It might also be one of the reasons why I give you a rough time. You see, Noćnivuk reach out for other magic users. Their power calls out for power. You can't give power if you don't have it or take it from somewhere."

"So, Cas can pull from my magic when we're together?" Dean rubbed the back of his neck. "I don't understand what that has to do with our bond."

"Your magic is incredibly strong, Dean. I can feel it calling out to Castiel like Castiel's is calling to you. Even if you never healed him, the bond would have formed naturally. What you two have between you is profound and rare." Amara smiled at Cas, who looked down at his feet in response. "If you don't mind, Dean, Gabriel wanted to talk to you more about your father. There are some words I need to have with my nephew."

Dean cupped Cas' cheek before exiting the room behind Gabe. The small gesture sent a warm feeling through Cas' chest.

"Castiel?"

"Yes, Aunt Amara?" Cas looked up from the floor.

She tapped the side of her nose. "You're nervous."

"Dean was worried all this time about forcing the bond on me, and here I am, and I would have forced a bond on him eventually." Cas walked over and sat next to Amara.

"Castiel. Do you regret how much you've come to know Dean? How much you've let this grow between you?"

"Of course not. Dean has given me a choice every step of the way. But I can't help but feel like this is spiraling so quickly. We're moving at the speed of light when we both said we wanted to go slow." Cas rested his head in his hands, pressing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"The bond of a Noćnivuk and their partner is life long, sweet pup. The creation of the bond is rough, and it hurts, and there are growing pains. But at the same time, it is swift, it is sweet, and it is thorough." Amara gently rubbed Cas' back. "In the case of you and Dean, when he opened his bond to heal you, I doubt he knew that he was inviting your magic in."

"Great. So I basically locked Dean into a bond while I was sleeping." Cas scoffed. "He's going to hate me."

"Doubtful, Castiel. And as I mentioned before, you two would have drifted towards each other anyway. Certain magics call out to one another. Would it be as swift and quick like it has been?" Amara shook her head. "I doubt it. But that wouldn't be you, and I don't think that would be Dean."

Cas chuckled at that. "Are you saying that I move fast?"

"I'm saying that your heart knows what it wants, Castiel." Amara smiled softly before standing up. "Do not let your cousin's death be in vain. Survive, Castiel. Live and love."

"You make it sound so easy. Inias shouldn't have been there." Cas frowned. "He came running after me because he knew that I went running after you."

"All the more reason to honor his sacrifice." Amara walked towards the archway connecting to the room where Inias was still laid out for respect.

Cas waited until his Aunt left the room before standing up himself. Taking a sniff of the stale bunker air, he found Dean's scent and headed in that direction. He turned down the hallway, stopping in what Gabriel had gotten converted or fixed up into living quarters. Continuing down, he stopped in front of a room filled with several bunk beds. On one, Anna sat, sobbing into Dean's shoulder, their backs to the door.

"You know, I know you think I hate him." Gabe's voice caused Cas to jump in place. "But he is a good person."

"You admitted that you're the one that's constantly giving him shit, Gabe." Cas rolled his eyes and leaned on the doorframe. "Do you believe all of what Aunt Amara said?"

"I believe you have the opportunity that others only dream of. It's not unheard of, but it's rare. And the fact that it's attached to someone that good looking?" Gabe mocked a chef's kiss before turning serious. "In all seriousness, I get your fears."

"Say this situation was you and Meg, instead of me and Dean." Cas crossed his arms over his chest. "Do you really understand my fear?"

"Meg and I are not an apt comparison."

"Humor me." Cas rested his head against the door frame as he continued to watch Anna and Dean, only catching brief parts of their conversation.

Gabe let out a sigh. "Meg and I are like Mentos and Diet Cola. Mix us together, and it's explosive in all the right ways."

"And messy and gross afterward?"

"No. Maybe. Stop, you're knocking me off my train of thought." Gabe paused. "But, just like Diet Coke and Mentos, we're boring as separate people."

Cas rolled his head to the side and looked at Gabe. "I disagree, but continue."

"If it weren't for Naomi arranging for us to get together, it wouldn't have happened. Not naturally. She wouldn't have looked at me twice, and I never would have thought I stood a chance. Our chemistry was forced together, but it ended up working out for the best." Gabe poked Cas' cheek and turned his head back towards Dean. "Your chemistry is natural and flowing freely. But it almost seems like you're fighting it. Let it happen, Cassie."

"Is it natural if it's jumpstarted?" Cas questioned as Dean gave Anna a bear hug.

"Yeah. Just because it's moving a little faster than you anticipated doesn't make it any less natural." Gabe hesitated before speaking again. "You know, he does fit nicely into the pack dynamics, even if he isn't a wolf." Their sister stood and walked towards them. "Go get'em, tiger." Gabe clapped Cas on the shoulder before holding his arm out for Anna.

Cas turned his attention back into the room and watched as Dean got to his feet and stretched. He felt like a creeper and prepared to walk away when Dean turned around, and their eyes met. "Cas."

"Hello, Dean." Cas pushed himself off the doorframe just in time to be enveloped in Dean's arms. "What's going on?"

"I know you can close off our connection, but I don't know how to do the same." Dean pulled back enough to look into Cas' eyes. "I could feel your emotions, mostly of fear and anxiety. And I knew it was because of me."

"Can I explain?"

Dean shook his head. "You don't have to. All I feel right now is the amount of relief flowing from you."

"But, you were worried." Cas cupped Dean's face, stroking his thumb over the apples of Dean's cheeks. "I'm sorry I did that to you." Cas surprised himself by leaning back in and kissing Dean again. He was even more surprised - pleasantly so - when Dean deepened the kiss.

He didn't know or cared who stopped the kiss, but Cas found himself wanting more, chasing after Dean's lips.

"Cas." Dean moved his head to the side and kissed Cas' cheek. "If we keep this up, we're going to do something very private in a not so private area." Dean carded his fingers through Cas' hair, and Cas was briefly reminded of Dean stroking his fur while in wolf form. "And it's probably not a good time to do this."

"I don't understand." Cas tilted his head, frowning. "Do you not want me?"

Dean laughed heartedly, and Cas relaxed a little. "That's the furthest thing from the truth, Cas." He rested their foreheads together. "I want our first time to be us. On our terms, in one of our beds. Not a quick fuck out of horniness and desperation in your safe house."

"Fair enough." Cas readjusted and wrapped his arms around Dean's waist as Dean wrapped his arms around Cas' neck. "We continue to let us grow, we keep nurturing what we have, and when we're past all this..." Cas stole another kiss. "We find time for us."

"Sounds like a plan, Cas. I–" Dean's phone rang, causing Dean to jump in surprise. "I guess I have signal here." He pulled it out and smiled. "Hey Sam, what's the news?" Cas listened to the warbling of Sam coming through the earpiece. With each phrase, Dean's smile turned into a frown.

"Dean?" Cas lightly squeezed Dean's sides, hoping to provide him some comfort.

"Sammy, I'm with Cas. I'm going stop you where you're at and put you on speakerphone, so you don't have to repeat everything twice." Dean pulled the phone away from his ear and held out the phone between them. "Okay Sam, go ahead."

"Alright, so what I've already said. Jody and Donna haven't found our father yet. What they have found is the trail he's leaving behind." Cas perked up at Sam's words and looked at Dean. "He's using his skills from his stint in the military, and his time at war, to stay hidden. John's doing a good job of making himself scarce, and he's constantly staying at least one step in front of them."

"Basically, he knows that the permit's been voided," Dean commented, and Sam confirmed with a hum.

"Sam, you said he's left a trail?" Cas asked, holding his breath, as he hoped it wasn't what Cas thought Sam meant.

"Besides Inias, he's killed a human officer, a vampire, and a vetala. Which will end up killing another vetala as they were a mated pair. At each scene, he's left the same, exact message." Sam's voice was trembling, and Dean lost all color from his face.

"What's the message, Sammy?" Dean moved the phone out to the side as Cas pulled him back into a tight embrace.

Sam's swallow was audible. "The long and short of it? The Old Man is here on a job, and he's staying until the job is finished. He's been offered a large amount by one Naomi Novak, and he intends on collecting it. John is demanding the children of Naomi Novak, or he's going to continue to take out innocent people until he finds them."

Cas' knees went out from under him, and he barely registered Dean calling his name or calling out for Gabe and Anna.

The world spun around him. And then it was dark.

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Heritage - Steve Rogers/Black!reader

Summary: Irish wolves haven’t been seen since the late-1700s, believing to be extinct by the very people that killed it off. However, the wolves have not disappeared. In fact, they have gone into hiding and have been doing so since their downfall. But even hiding cannot protect them from the dangers of the changing world, and that is why Steve Rogers’ family immigrates to America. Over the course of America’s history, the Rogers family grows into a prominent figure within New York’s society and become the heads of the infamous, yet secretive, Irish Mob. Steve Rogers, the heir to the throne, struggles to balance his need to guide his family with his want to separate himself from the cruel life of Mob living. But what happens when he meets you, a young girl whose thirst for knowledge and striking attitude attracts Steve more than he’d like, and eventually thrusts you into the jaws of his disapproving family?

Author’s note: I hope this is a nice read! This Prologue will be through the eyes of Steve’s grandfather, Cashel Whelan. Steve’s POV will be during the next chapter. I’ll be uploading regularly once I get settled into a groove of things. Likes and reblogs are always well received and I love comments and asks! Thanks again, everyone!

Word Count: 1361

Warnings: None...yet

Prologue

Cashel Whelan arrived in America on the bitterly cold morning of January 28th, 1903. All he had was a cloth knapsack, a tin of food packed by his beautiful wife, and a note with a name scrawled upon it. The name was of a man whom he hasn’t seen in years yet has sailed across an ocean to see. His wife had warned him of America, stating she heard (most likely from her usual gossip) that it is a rock made to look like gold. And while he shrugged her off and reassured her, he carried a piece of that knowledge with him as he embarked on his journey.

The checking and processing by the authorities that ran Ellis Island were quick and he could even say, less than thorough. After checking his eyes, mouth, and skin for signs of disease, Cashel was cleared to go forward and wait in the grueling queue line that led up to the desks at the further side of the room. People from everywhere were packed in the room, speaking in their respective languages and slowly moving forward. It was controlled chaos and Cashel tried not to let his growing irritation show. The room stunk of must, sweat, and dirt. A thick cloud of dust and smoke polluting the air around them. But worst, was the smell of fear and corruption, something Cashel has not smelled in a long time. Fear, from the newly arriving immigrants, especially those who have been detained. They reek of it and Cashel’s nose flares at the sickening smell of it. Corruption comes from the officials. Their pockets stuffed with the money of those with power and greed, not batting an eye when they let said individuals slide by. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Cashel and he figures he was right to not trust this New World.

When he got to the front of the line, he was greeted by a long row of officials sitting behind elevated desks, protected by a thin wall of glass. Cashel smirked at the weak protection before heading towards a scrawny official with his hand in the air. “Good evenin’, sir!” the young official greeted. He smelled of sweat, nervousness, and exhaustion. “May I have your cabin number please?” Cashel provided the man with the cabin number and his ticket, watching as his small hands grasped his information and held it down to a thick notebook in front of him. “Ah…Mr. Cashel Rogers from Ireland?” Cashel titled his head in a slight nod. The man wrote down something and handed Cashel a piece of paper. “Well, Mr. Rogers. I hope you have a nice time here in America. Here’s your paperwork and you are clear to do as you please. Have a nice day. Next!” he cried, signaling for Cashel to get out of sight and out of mind.

Cashel followed some more immigrants out the door, and he was ushered like the rest onto a ferry. A ferry so overcrowded, people were almost dangling off the sides. But this is where fear turned into excitement. The immigrants gawked and cried out excitedly as they got their first taste of America by viewing the Statue of Liberty up close. Cashel gazed up at her, admiring her stern expression and detailed structure. The artist who designed her must be a proud man. However, as they floated by, he couldn’t help wondering who her torch burned for. These pitiful immigrants, including himself, who expected to gain this so-called “freedom” and the new life they craved so desperately? Or the ones who already have access to this “freedom” and live to exploit the labor and naivety of the incoming immigrants? Or just maybe it’s those who control everything? The ones slipping bills into the hands of the officials. The ones who look down upon everyone who isn’t in their circles. And the ones who caused Cashel to flee his home and pursue this new godforsaken life in this country he could very much hate.

Before he could ponder any longer, the ferry jerked itself to a stop and docked at the pier that would lead them to begin their lives in New York. Everyone rushed off the boat, heading their separate ways or stopping to bask in the city’s grandeur. Cashel did not care to look. He took to the streets fast and tried to find his way to the meeting place he had already arranged before he set a foot on the ship.

Cashel didn’t like the city the moment he stepped in it. Its air was filled with soot and suffocating smoke from the numerous factories. The streets were milling with people from all types of life. They hurried through the streets, buzzing with energy and feeling the need to arrive at their destination as fast as possible. However, off to the sides were poor beggars who were hoping for some loose change to be dropped in their tins. It pained Cashel, especially when he determined most of them were from Ireland. He could smell his homeland on them, yet it was clouded by the harsh smells of their new home. How could his people know they were escaping from one famine and entering another? The potato famine was harsh, yes, but was it worth coming here to America and begging for money at the feet of people who didn’t give a shit about you? Fuck America, Cashel thought, wanting to spit at the country that he had just entered. However, he couldn’t because he was doing the same thing. Running from an impending fate that would eventually consume his family. He had no choice but to come here, like those running from the famine, and that’s why he had to hold his tongue and except the circumstances with a sick taste in his mouth.

It did not take him long to find the venue, a small bar located in one of the many alleyways. This place was chosen because of its secluded atmosphere and its close proximity to the pier. Cashel stepped inside, greeted with the scents of cheap beer and stale bread. There were only a few patrons here, and the man whom he had traveled the sea for, was already nursing a pint at the bar. Cashel walked over and slid into the seat beside him, surprising the man by his silent entrance.

“Are you Cashel?” the man questioned, fingers dancing nervously along the side of his glass.

“Yes,” Cashel grunted. English was still rough on his tongue, but he had spent a year learning it and he was improving every day.

The man sighed with relief and held out a hand for Cashel to shake. He didn’t. Feigning the hurt of rejection, the man quickly retracted his hand and continued talking. “Well, I certainly hope your trip was well. I know these ships can be quite a hassle, especially when you have hundreds on board.” He took a sip of his beer. He smelled of nerves and the beer helped to release some of the tension.

“I know I hated them before I switched to taking first-class. Now, I travel first-class or nothing. It’s very enjoyable and I would highly recommend you do the same.” Cashel gave the man a hard look, causing him to stutter a bit at the end. Cashel could never afford a first-class ticket and he wasn’t about to start trying to get one either. “So, since you’re here, my friend. What can I do for you?”

“My family is coming within a year’s time and I promised to have them a decent place to settle in. They are the reason I’m here and I don’t take too kindly to stray away from that goal. So, Mr. Stark, how will you help me achieve this goal of mine?” Cashel aimed an intimidating, but non-threatening, stare at the man.

“Oh-ho, Mr. Cashel. I haven’t even let you meet my family, yet. I can help you achieve your goal and more.” The man smiled a sly smile and even though he looked crooked, Cashel knew he was telling the truth. He could practically smell it on him.

Part 2 is up!

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Chapter 11

The New Adventure

It's been nearly two weeks since Adrian's return from the dead, he's been laying in bed recovering from his injury, his family has been keeping an eye on him but Jingfei has been with him the most by sleeping next to him due to his near death.

July 19th 6:00 am Adrian wakes up and sees Jingfei next to him holding his arm and laying on his shoulder, he stroked her hair and glided his fingers on her cheek a few seconds later she woke up and gave him a smile. Jingfei: " Good morning my brave wolf warrior." Adrian: morning Jingfei how you doing today? As Adrian was about to go to the bathroom he paused and faces Jingfei, Adrian: wait can you repeat what you called me? Jingfei: I called you wolf warrior. She said in a friendly tone. Adrian: ok I'm not mad at you but how did you know that I'm the wolf warrior? Jingfei: Adam told me and also showed the mask. She said in a calming tone, Adrian was a bit relieved that Adam told her than an idea came into his head that he should get to know his girlfriend more. Adrian: since we're awake do you want to go explore the ranch there's acres that we haven't touched and I think it can be amazing.

Jingfei: yes I would like to do that I haven't done anything with you and I want to do it. They both leaned in and started to kiss, but little did they know that Martin, Chris, Jimmy, and Adam were listening in on the conversation and wanted to see the youngest member hook her in or swim away. When the four members were making thoughts they heard footsteps and they all ran into Martin and Chris's room. In Adrian's room the teen was headed to the bathroom to freshen up and shower. Adrian: I'll see you at the barn in a bit ok. Jingfei nodded and blew a kiss at Adrian as she left. When she left Adrian's room and went into her's Martin Chris jimmy and Adam were planing on how to follow them but then Aviva and koki confronted them and gave them a shame on them look. Aviva: we heard your plan and we disappointed. Koki: Shame on you boys. The four boys felt bad until the girls change their faces to a grin as they want to help the boys follow the young couple. Aviva: were ashamed of you because your were not thinking on using our help, koki and I we'll help you with your little mission. Koki: all the way. the boys were shocked and also glad that the girls are helping them and decided to head for the Tortuga as soon as the young couple leaves the house. In his room Adrian got out of the shower, In the shower he peeled his bandages off leaving marks on his body,eye and face as he got out and was getting clothes from his closet he saw an instrument case and wondered what it was as he pulled it out with his clothes he opens it and it was discovered to be a violin in the case there was a small paper that says "always play from the heart" as he closes the case he puts on his cowboy shirt, jeans, boots, hat, holsters with pistols he puts on his satchel still holding the shock gauntlet, his creature power suit, translator device, creature pod and some cash. As he heads out he sees a glare making him squint as he heads towards it he sees that it's a knife that sharp enough to cut anything, he grabs it put the sheath on and puts it in another pocket in the satchel, he then grabbed the violin and left his room to go to the barn. In the barn he heads to gold's stable as the horse see the boy he neighs in joy happy to see him but as the teen gets closer to him he puts his head down as a way of saying sorry about hurting his friend. Adrian: it's ok boy I forgive you. The teen hugs and pats the horse's head and body,as he was putting the violin on one side of the saddle with a rifle and a double barrel shotgun in the other Jingfei enters the barn calling Adrian's attention as Adrian faces his lover he blushes as she was wearing a yellow T-shirt with a pair of jeans and cowgirl boots she even had her hair braided. He goes to her and hugs her like he hasn't seen her in years he then tears up as that he doesn't want to lose her. As the both mounted on there horses Adrian noticed that Jingfei has the all white pelt horse. Adrian: that's a beautiful horse what did you name him or her? Jingfei: her name is liberous but I call her Libby for short. Adrian: that's a beautiful name. The young couple blushes and they both left the barn going around to the back of the house adventuring to the unexplored parts of the ranch. While they left Adam signals the crew that the coast is clear and dashed to the Tortuga, while there Adam was amazed when he stepped inside as he remembers seeing it on tv with his little brother but he was stunned that he is inside seeing Aviva's inventions and was speechless. Chris: welcome to the Tortuga Adam!

Adam jumped up surprised, Adam: Chris!! what the heck don't scare me like that. Chris: oh sorry I didn't know. Adam: it's alright man just don't try to surprise people from behind alright. As Adam looked around the HQ he was stunned to see all of Aviva's inventions like the miniatureizer, creterra, and etc. as soon as Martin, Aviva,koki, and jimmy caught up koki managed to activate Adrian's creature pod camera and at first there wasn't much light and Adam and the crew were wondering why it was dark till Adam realized that the device was in his satchel. With the young couple they stop at the sight of a pond, it gave the horses a chance to drink and rest. Adrian: huh I never knew there was a pond out here one day want to swim or fish?

Jingfei: that would be nice yes especially fishing to be honest I never fished in my life.

Adrian made a shocked face he couldn't believe that the girl he loves had never learned how to fish. Adrian: I'm gonna have to school you on fishing. Jingfei laughed at his remark and stared at him lovingly .

Adrian: hold on I'm gonna show you something.

Adrian walked to the horse's saddle and grabbed the violin case and showed to Jingfei.

Adrian: I found it when I was getting ready do you like it? Jingfei tears up as she stared at the violin she than ran away and got on her horse and took off. Adrian: wait where you going??

He got on his horse and followed after her, meanwhile Adam and the Wild Kratts crew heard everything and got concerned and worried koki quickly went to her computer and got their location but there was bad news. Koki: uh oh their riding to a dangerous path where there is dangerous animals that can kill them!!!!

Martin: don't worry we'll stop them . Chris, Martin, Aviva and koki ran out of the Tortuga wearing their vest and gloves, as Adam followed them out but was confused why they were wearing them. Adam: why are you wearing those vest and gloves? Chris: you'll see Adam. the four pulled out a falcon power disc and found a feather and all touched it when they touched the middle of the paw print on the vest then shouted "ACTIVATE FALCON POWERS" Adam was blinded by the glow of the colors but once his vision was back to normal he saw that Martin Chris Aviva and Koki were in a form of a falcon all the time he thought his little brother was messing with him but now that he saw that he wasn't messing with him he believed him. Martin Chris Aviva and Koki flew up into the sky and headed to Adrian and Jingfei's location while Adam and jimmy ran into the barn and got on their horses to follow. Now with Adrian and Jingfei not knowing the danger they're riding in we're going fast to the dangerous path until Jingfei's horse got tired, Adrian: what's wrong are you alright??? Jingfei: GET THAT THING AWAY FROM ME !!!! She started to burst into tears and also was angry but not at him.

Adrian: Jingfei I want to help you just tell me what's wrong.

Jingfei wanted to tell her lover but she couldn't she just kept on weeping, than an idea came into Adrian's head and he went back to his saddle grabbed and opened the violin case and he rosin up the bow and started to play a calming tune.

The music was so loud that from the air Martin, Chris, Aviva, and koki heard it and followed the sound while Adam and jimmy riding on horse back started to hear it and followed.

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When Adrian finished he saw that Jingfei dried her tears and came up to him, Adrian: shhh there there now please tell me what's troubling you.

Jingfei: when I was younger I always wanted a violin but my parents and grandma couldn't get one it was too expensive back in China, and one day before my parents and grandma died they scrambled enough money to get a violin but when I was playing it during school this group of mean girls who hated me for some reason grabbed both of my arms restraining me while another gave the violin to the main girl who ran the group, she got it out of the case and smashed it on the wall and stomped on it to little pieces than she got the bow and broke it in half with her leg they all laughed as she was doing it. What's worse is that her family is one of the elite rich people of fujian and if someone was bullied by her and they report it she would always get away with it just because her family is a elite and rich that the bullied person would always lose when it comes to her. Adrian: my god I'm so sorry Jingfei you should have told me something sweetie you don't have to keep things bottled up deep down look you can always tell me anything I will always understand. As Jingfei and Adrian were about to kiss a pack of wolves approached them with a evil stare in their eyes, Adrian closed his eyes and when he opened them up they turn into wolf eyes and tries to tame them but the pack didn't back down they wanted to attack, Adrian: ok that didn't work. The pack started getting closer to the couple and were starting to corner them, meanwhile Martin, Chris, Aviva, and Koki landed and deactivated from the falcon power suit and ran to where Adrian and Jingfei were at but they saw the pack of wolves cornering the young couple as Adam and jimmy rode up Adam saw his little brother and his girlfriend cornered. Adrian got the feeling that this was the end and grabbed Jingfei's hand but he then he looked at the pack's eyes again and saw that they were filled consumed with anger hate and rage so he got the idea to play the tune he used to calm Jingfei again to calm the wolves, as he started to play his chest started to glow with yellow and everyone was looking at Adrian as if he was some sort of angel or spirit he began to play.

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As Adrian finished playing the wolves then calmed down and their eyes started to change to their normal pupils he walked up to the alpha and the alpha wolf did the same, Adrian kneels down and looks at the alpha straight in the eyes Adrian lets the alpha touch his forehead with his snout and they both felt a spiritual connection strengthen, the teen got up and said good bye to his friend and the pack of wolves left back into the forest. Everyone around him were mesmerized about what happened and had so many questions to ask

Adrian: I think it's time we all head home.

#wild kratts #fiction

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haleruby · 3 years

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Forget Me Not

Characters/Pairings: established Malia/Lydia/Reader (Quim), Malia, Lydia, Scott, Stiles, lots of snow, and I never say it but the literal yeti.

Summary: Amnesia makes the mind go brrr, but in a bad way...brr (sad). [This not being a published imagine for my followers means I can mess with the summary and other info as much as I want. XD]

Word Count: 5.9k

Notes: I am using a sideblog that is empty and not tagging bc this is only for your eyes (hopefully and technically the gif maker’s...thank you @ gifmaker for the gif), so no need to reblog/like, etc.

Hope you enjoy and it gives you a boost for dealing with your aunt. :-)

I wrote this around October 11th 2019, so apologies about the style not being quite as fluid as my other writing. My other stuff is a bit more recent, if you maybe wanna read it. Most of my teen wolf phase was around here and then it re-sparked in 2020 towards the fall so I added a tiny bit to that one story I told you about with the warnings.

Also, apologies for the ending, lol. >.>

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She is cold... So cold. It feels like a slab of ice is being used for a bed; her back aches all the way down to the individual vertebrae that compose her spine. Pain is slowly causing her other senses to return, enlivening them in cruel way so feeling anything means to hurt to some degree. A whooshing sound makes it hard to think, it rips across her mind dashing the thoughts that slowly trickle in through the haze and the ache. What happened...? Whipping wind continues to bear down on wherever here is. There is hardness under her, so she is probably on the ground and outside based on the frigid temperature. Moving an arm to check the hypothesis causes pain to lance through her shoulder so sharply a feeling of vertigo sets in. The firm ground suddenly tilts slightly. The leverage is increased almost mockingly, it edges up bit by bit like she is about to be slid off a cold metal tray to join the next batch of suffering. A choked whimper leaves her at the odd sensation of slipping. Just before the final plummet, she snaps back into herself viciously. Jolting does nothing good for her body, but now her eyes snap open with a slight burn as if they were sealed shut previously with chilled glue...At least she thinks they are open. Blinking confirms that her eyelids still function, which is good because she is trying not to think about how her arms and legs are not, though she can still mostly feel them. Everything is white. A flurry of white is all she sees after staring long enough to detect movement in what was thought to be a static image. Snow from what may be an impending blizzard continues to beat down on the surroundings, coating them in freezing rain, smatterings of hail, and ice. Why isn't she buried yet...? How long has she been here? A large conglomerate of flurries landing on her cheek causes her to wince, because it will not melt for a time, but the question remains. The left side of her face is stinging brutally, while the rest of her exposed skin only feels like a wind chap is starting to set in. Frowning makes it seem like there is something frozen to her skin; the downward curl is not reaching the left corner of her lips as if they are stuck. Is there something on her face? Staring blankly at the sky is not helping any of this make sense. Turning her head a miniscule amount causes her to feel sick, so she stops, trying to breathe evenly although the slight shaking is making it difficult. Being still is not an option, but the jolts of pain makes her wish it was. Evergreen trees were glimpsed in her peripheral vision; they looked towering and dark, not all fit for a happy Christmas. Woods plus winter with injuries does not sound good. Why is she even here? Working up the will power to try and get up is not something she has even entertained, since moving a single appendage hurt way too much. The snow fall is becoming less like the interior of a cheap snow globe and more like sheets of rain are freezing and then coating the forest solidly. Her right arm is no longer visible. Maybe getting under a tree would provide some protective covering? Don't get up, just shuffle. She can do that. Her feet ache in a disconcerting way like they fell half asleep. Digging her heels into whatever frozen packed dirt or snow is under her takes a few minutes, but little divets were clumsily formed. Now, she just has to leverage it. Her left arm is tucked close after what happened when she moved it. Shakily drawing her legs up again allows her to try and push back slowly, more so scrambling a few inches than moving back with purpose. Sliding against snow should be easy. The rocks and sticks that litter the ground seem to dig into her when she attempts the awkward dragging motion that causes a pull of tension across her body.

It hurts. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," she mumbles hoarsely. Anger at not knowing why, where, or what lead to this prompts the pain signals to be ignored, instead she attempts to continue the mutilated crab walk back. Powdery snow sticks to the black of her pants with less finding purchase on the plastic shell of the navy jacket. A bit of red is spotted in the snow, but checking for the source of bleeding is secondary to getting away from the flurries. A trail of blood spottily forms from where she started to where she has hauled herself to. She is practically panting, which causes the cold air to stab her lungs like multiple knifes each time a ragged breath is drawn in. Her movements become out of sync, bordering on frantic. Less than a few meters of progress has been made... A foot digging in is mistimed with the curl of her back and placement of her arm, so that the stretch wracks through her painfully. A gasp muffles the cry of pain. She ends up off balance, crashing to her side heavily. Snow forces her to reflexively turn her head slightly to the side, but she still feels it burning in a way only ice can against her cheek. Throbbing stemming from her left temple encapsulates her head in a vice and is likely what makes the white dance with undulating blots of black for a while until her vision slowly clears back up. She could just rest and then try again. Maybe she should just close her eyes... Lean back and try to conserve warmth until the effort to move again seems possible. A cat nap could work? She tried and is tired; it's deserved. A sudden shrill howl barely stirs her, but a primal part of her mind urges her to become slightly more alert. That kind of sound belongs to a predator. Laying semi-buried in the snow with the inability to move may as well be an open invitation for dinner to whatever can survive the harsh conditions of the forest; it is probably a wolf or something canine. The tree line is watched between too slow blinks for whatever just made that noise. Nothing happens... She didn't imagine it. The cold has penetrated her gloves, it has penetrated her to the very center of her being, but fingers weakly search for something of use. A large rock? A stick? A phone? A conveniently placed gun? There is nothing she can use for defense, so her right arm stops extending outwards from her side to come to rest with her useless left one. Guarding her vital organs may at least help a little... Another howl sounds, but this one sounds deeper and echoes across the space; it sounds low, haunting, and mournful. There is more than one... They could play tug-a-war with her. She can barely make it to a tree for makeshift shelter, so climbing one to impede them locating her is also a 'no'. No weapon or means to deter the animal was magically found in the snow. The state she is in is yet another limitation, because she could not fend one off in perfect health either. ...What does she do? A short yip sounds like an announcement that her time to wrack her weary mind for a solution has trickled away. The source of the sound is located immediately as a small wolf with large, rounded ears makes a bee line for her. She vaguely thought it would have white fur or maybe a light gray, but a tawny brown sticks out against the snowy surroundings and looks distinctly out of place; it should be in a rich pine forest with browns and greens. Mentally critiquing the animal is not what she should be doing. Fear laced adrenaline causes her to clench her right fist tightly as she attempts to shift upwards to appear less prone—less weak. Gathering snow in her palm is so she has something to throw, even if a snow ball is a poor choice against a predator. The animal skids to a stop a little ways away, raising its head towards the sky to scent the air. Is it smelling her blood and judging that she is easy prey?

Teeth grit at the thought, because she has no idea about wolves or whatever dog thing this is. Could noise scare it away or only incite it further? How do you deter a canine? Looking it in the eye may be taken as a challenge or as a warning, but she still stares into its' eyes sharply, trying to project an intimidating aura as she narrows her own. The little quakes racking her paired with the fact she is on her back does not make her cut an imposing figure. A slow step forward is taken as the small wolf lowers its body more to the ground; it must be savoring how easy a kill this will be. Her arm draws back in warning. Will the wolf call her bluff and edge closer? "Go away," she seethes, knowing that saying something to it is a lost cause, but it is eyeing her oddly for an animal, almost thoughtfully. Lunging for her throat or springing forward to pounce should have occurred by now. Why isn't it attacking? Ears fall back, almost dropping at the tone, rather than being pressed flat against the skull in anger. Another step forward is taken and then another, until the wolf is close enough that she thinks she can hit it...The snowball is poorly compacted and falls apart, but some of it lands on its fur, which causes the wolf to shake its head at the action, giving a disgruntled chuff at the coldness. ...Did she expect that to go any better in her head? No. But it was her only real projectile. The wolf does something unexpected, it sits down like a dog and stares at her with those too human eyes. The forest in summer again comes to mind; a rich hazel that borders on brown like wood bark aside from the lightness around the iris is trained on her. She glares right back. Maybe its not a wolf, because it looks small and lean with a body that seems more agile than powerful. A long snout reminds her of a fox, and those ears that are still down are not really that wolf like either, too floppy... Maybe it's a special breed to this area or something else, not that it matters when it definitely has vicious claws, sharp teeth, and she can't get away. A decision must have been made as it creeps closer with tentative footfalls that barely displace the snow. Her arm is pinwheeled to kick up the remaining snow at her side at it in a last ditch effort for distance, but it keeps coming closer heedless of the weak icy barrage. The coolness likely does not seep through its thick fur. "Stop! Please, just go back!" She raises her voice sharply, distilling a hardness to her tone that causes the near hyperventilating quality of her breathing to abate for a moment as she tries to issue a command to a wild animal. Surprisingly, the wolf does halt its progress, but what it does next has her trying to get away as if the promise of being eaten was only a slight offense. Hazel just flashed a brilliant, glowing electric blue that seemed to pierce through her. Its an unnatural wolf thing. There may be worse things than death. Scrambling away using both hands and legs was a mistake, one that was made more than once as she groans. Her jaw locks like a steel trap as she continues, now on her stomach rather than side to crawl away. Tears feel momentarily warm against her frozen cheeks, before causing the burning to redouble from the wind. Everything hurts. She claws desperately at the snow, trying to get away, because there is no explanation for what she just saw or how odd the creature is in general. Her vision seems to be becoming the view used for wide screen movies; darkness creeps around the edges. She is struggling to make sense of things other than the need to move away, because that creature goes against the natural order.

Its too intelligent, it knows too much. Those eyes. It won't just kill her... Something grabs a fistful of her jacket, tugging backwards to prevent the flagging forward motion. It must have a mouthful of her jacket. She kicks out. Her legs feel like lead weights that she only has a minor degree of control over and no contact was made with a furry body, instead only the inevitable collision back with the hard ground occurs. The additional jolt is nothing compared to the rest of the pain that is maddening at this point, because the adrenaline rush is failing at dampening it. Her actions are catching up with her. An angry sob leaves her when she inelegantly falls face first in the snow. Her arms are shaking and she can't support herself anymore while also resisting the wolf. The grip on her jacket is suddenly replaced by a clamping sensation on her shoulder. There is no tearing or teeth burrowing. What feels like fingers squeeze her shoulder, until another hand is placed flatly on her back. What the Hell? What. The. Fuck. Being turned over slowly causes her to whimper; her eyes screw shut because nothing makes sense and she hates it all. Fighting has gotten her nowhere. Something warm settles on her cheek, and she should look to see what is going on, but she is too cold and tired to care. The whipping wind gains an additional sound, though she can't process what it is except that is softer and more pleasing to the ear. A voice? No, that isn't possible. The falling sensation comes again; this time she does not try and stay upright or grounded against it, allowing herself to go along with it. She gives up. . . . . . . "-the blizzard is only increasing; it took out the power lines. We can't go out in that." "You can't, but I can." A dull bang sounds like someone hit something wooden with their fist. "We can't!" This is half shouted in clear exasperation that may be hiding anger. "Losing anyone else isn't an option, ok? I want to know where he is too, but you can't see, smell, or even hear when it's this bad out, and we don't know what is out there that did that to her. You're not thinking it through, Scott." "He's a part of the pack." Listening to the argument unfolding any further is prevented when warm fingers graze her neck. She stops playing possum. Her eyes snap open to meet startled green ones that reminds her of emerald gemstones. A strawberry blonde girl is sitting on the burgundy upholstered couch she lays on, and may just be checking her pulse, but her right hand wraps tightly around her wrist just in case the action is not so innocent. Only a cursory glance is given to the surroundings, since she feels on edge. Where is she? A ski lodge... Thick wooden logs make up the walls, though it is hard to tell how large the space is when only candle light provides light. She does spot the underside of the A-line architectural support that is made of exposed beams. A few mounted deer heads leer at her with glassy black eyes. One wall boasts a large crackling stone fire place that has ancient crossed ski poles above it as a decoration; this is the main source of warmth and brightens the large 'U' of couches that could fit a dozen or more comfortably. This must be a lobby, not a home, based on the few informational areas and posters she saw. Was she out skiing? Returning her attention to the girl has her pausing, because she is being watched so closely, but there may be fear to that gaze too. Pale skin seems to lack much color, even though the fire is casting warmth on both of them and making the red to her hair more vibrant. Her grip is not that tight, and she was touched first, so why is she being looked at like that? Releasing the hold after moving those probing fingers away occurs; she did not mean to frighten her... "She's up! Thank God." The sudden announcement breaks the silent stare off. A guy with spiked brown hair dashes over to the couch alongside a taller guy with black hair that is somewhat obscured by a beanie. These were the two who were arguing. She simply observes them, unwilling to be the first one to speak, because she has no clue how she got here and would rather not be at a deficit by admitting that. Letting them do the informing is a smart move. "We set your arm back in place, but you may need surgery for the cuff," Stiles explains, coming to kneel beside the couch. Soft brown eyes sweep over her form that has less snow and blood caked on it; however, he is still worried about the injuries, especially when they only have a small first aid kit and makeshift sling on hand. "We bandaged what we could. Also, you will probably need a CT scan because your head has a crack in it like Humpty Dumpty. We will figure it all out, Quimmie." He seems pretty caring, so she nods stiltedly in agreement for him to continue speaking. The taller one, who must be Scott, draws closer, fiddling with a walkie talkie in his hand, before sighing. She waits for him to muster up the will to speak. "I know you're hurting, and I'm sorry, but where is Liam?" Once one question is asked it seems that it breaks the dam so a deluge of them come forward as his dark brown eyes narrow at the faint popping of static that comes from the device. There has not been a check-in in a while. "What happened to your team? Was it the ridge that you investigated or did it come after you on a trail? Were the hikers right, and it's just a crazed wolf or something else?" "You can't ask her all that at once." "Stiles, the temperature is dropping further and he is still out in it." "Yeah, and she just woke up, Scott. So back off." A hand finding her own diverts her focus from another brewing argument between the two. Fingers interlace with her own one at a time with a gentleness that confuses her after how hard everything else has been, so she doesn't immediately resist it. A pinky edges over the row of her digits until her hand is covered and then a hold is formed that she does not return. The question must be evident on her features, because a sad smile of understanding is given; it looks like the girl is trying not to crumble, which she accomplishes, but the underlying cracks are still there for all to see. What did she do to be looked at like that? "Malia is right..." Stiles practically rounds on both of them, knocking his knees against the edge of the couch at the softly spoken statement. "No, Lyds," he disagrees immediately, before locking eyes with impassive (Y/E/C) that watch him, but do not really take him in or express much emotion. He thought it was from the pain and shock, not because... "What is my name?" "Stiles," she answers correctly, because it was spoken already.

"Scott said it earlier," Lydia points it out calmly. Stiles runs a hand down his face, not wanting to test the theory that Malia suggested because of what it could mean, but he also knows he needs to. There is a reason the werecoyote is listening from behind the couch and not present with the rest. The earlier fear towards her cut her to the bone. Explaining it away as confusion or discombobulation did not convince Malia, who he tries to not glance directly at, even though he can see the glowing blue to her eyes, because this is upsetting to her. He balls his hands into fists; it can't be that. "What school do we all go to?" She says nothing, but wishes the couch cushions would absorb her into it. "What does our dad do for a living?" He asks it more sharply at the silence that seems to say more than any answer could. No, no, no. A hand is placed on the edge of the couch to keep balance as he sinks to his knees, rather than kneel; he meets her eyes squarely. "Come on, try and answer." Her brows furrow at this, because she does not look particularly like him for them to be blood related. His features are mentally compared to what she intuitively knows to be her appearance. The skepticism is not voiced. Being stared in outright disbelief by Stiles makes it clear that anything she could say about the situation would make it worse. "What is your name? Where are we from? What is the year? Who is she-" A hand gestures quickly to Lydia, though he quickly unfolds his fingers so he is not rudely pointing at her, but his palm shakes, "-to you? Malia, come over here and-" "Stiles." Lydia's voice holds a firm warning as she places a hand on his shoulder, pushing him slightly away from the couch edge before he looms closer. She scoots to be blocking his stare that practically tears into them with its desperate edge. He probably does not even realize he was raising his voice, almost shouting out each question so it warped into a demand. "Don't push her; it's not her fault." "She isn't saying anything!" Stiles counters. "It wouldn't be what you all want to hear..." That causes the pack to grow quiet for a moment as they each consider the matter of fact statement. "So, what? You were just going to go along with it?" Scott asks, confused. The realization that they have no idea what they are facing or how Liam is doing also weighs on him in addition to how this amnesia will affect the pack. Did they just lose two friends tonight? He sits down heavily on the coffee table, shooting Malia a sympathetic look to try and silently communicate she needs to dim down. "There are five of you and one of me, not great odds, so-" "We aren't going to hurt you." The vehement interjection causes her to reword the point, though green eyes practically blaze as they meet her own; any of that fear has burned away, replaced with conviction. "I don't know anything about anything," she admits softly, glancing at the red and black plaid blanket draped over her legs to cope with so many people staring at her. Her head still aches and this is tiring. "Waiting to see what you had to say was the logical thing to do. I don't know your intentions, but I wasn't going to lie to you. Thanks for helping me out of the snow..." "That was Malia," Scott supplies automatically. She has the feeling that none of the ones in the seating area is this Malia person, so a nod is given. Stiles rises from the stone floor, trying to figure out how to fix the situation. This is no broken bone that can be set or a cut that needs to be stitched up; her memories are not murky or mixed up, but are completely gone. "Can you please tell us what you do remember?" "Why?"

"So we can help you and our other friend." Scott answers honestly, before Stiles losses the bit of composure he just re-gained. He is in older, adopted brother mode and is obviously upset. "We can answer your questions too." "I didn't say I had any..." "You don't know anything, so you should. Unless being amnesiac is how you want to reinvent yourself before senior year." Stiles snipes, but backs off when his best friend gives him a warning look that does not compare to the one he will get from Lydia and Malia, if he keeps pressing it. He is mad at what happened not her...But she is not acting like his adopted sister, who has been with him for years, but someone else entirely. Fingers pull at the worn tassels of the blanket for a moment as she considers the alternatives, turning them over in her head given how tense things are and her own deficit. They did help her, so being difficult is not her goal. She can't shake that there is something not quite right about them, especially Scott, it makes her feel on guard like there is a potentially hidden deadliness. Why are they in an empty ski lodge? The owners should be present or at least the other customers. She is mostly laying down aside from a pillow that elevates her back, sitting upright would put them more on equal terms, but the pain that will come with moving is considered. "Okay, one quick question: why are you all here alone? This place does not seem to be in operation, so did you break in...?" Scott shares a look with Stiles. Telling the full truth would only work with someone acquainted with the supernatural and all of that must have been wiped away too. He runs his hands down his thighs to stall. "We got, er, permission to come up. There's an unsolved mystery that we are trying to crack. The resort is temporarily closed down, because of it and the blizzard..." He trails off, trying to balance the truth with the lies. "We are trying to help." "You do seem the helpful type," she observes dubiously, before crossing her right arm carefully with her sling encased left. The position helps her feel a bit more distant from their prying eyes; it feels like they are judging her, though that makes sense when she is expected to actually be someone, not a blank slate. She turns her attention to the fire. "I don't know a Liam. I don't know why we were on a team or what our objective was. All I remember is snow: white, cold, burning snow. I was on the ground trying to get up, but failed because everything ached. I actually felt like I was falling..." She presses her lips together, mulling over what else can be said. Those glowing, unnaturally blue eyes come to mind so vividly, it feels like she is staring at the creature again. They probably already think she is crazy enough without mentioning it. "There was a wolf, or maybe it wasn't a wolf, that kept coming towards me. I assumed it would maul me, but it didn't...I'm not sure how it was going to kill me, it seemed too patient and smart, not really like a typical animal. I freaked out and tried to crawl away when it got too close, which made all the pain a lot worse. I fainted. I'm assuming Malia scared it off or dealt with it, because I think I would remember it biting into me...Then I woke up here." Lydia wants to reach out to her, but prevents the urge with how previous attempts were received. She can tell that she is still struggling with the pain on top of everything else; however, the far off look in her eyes must mean something is not being voiced. They still have not shared her name...

"Okay, so everything before the snow is blank?" Stiles confirms, getting a curt nod in response that makes him want to throw something into the flames of the fireplace. This is not how the weekend's mission was meant to go. He is pacing in front of the hearth, chewing on the cap end of a pen as he thinks about where to go from here. She was also their only lead with Liam and the creature. How will his dad react? He's older--the older sibling, and feels responsible for her, and now she's a very familiar stranger..."You're sure that's it? So like an hour or so comprises your entire, new existence?" "Yes, Stiles." He ignores the slight irritation to her tone, because he is busy thinking. "Maybe we can jog her memory?" This is posed to the pack, like his sister is another murder case or mystery that he can add to his pin and red string laden board to puzzle out the connections and causes. He can solve this. "We should wait until my mom sees her and the doctors run legit tests. There may be rules on how to deal with head trauma patients," Scott disagrees gently. "Maybe the head trauma is not the cause...It could be something else?" "She is still healing and we don't know how bad everything is." Scott sees the way Stiles crosses his arm abruptly at the disagreement, annoyed. "I want to help her. We need to find Liam too." "The answer could lie with her if we just try and remind her who she is!" "That could make it worse." Lydia is unsure who she sides with between the two guys, but knows talking about the one in question like she is not present in the room is almost always a bad idea. Malia getting up from the wooden chair that was pulled from behind the receptionist's to rest behind the couch is mostly ignored. Supple leather comprises her winter boots that only make a faint clack against the wood floor. She moves purposefully, ignoring Lydia's questioning look as she rounds the couch and stands in front of it to peer down at its occupant. The lack of recognition causes her to feel a deep ache in her heart, while the early fear left a ragged wound behind. Taking a knee, she tilts her head slightly as she watches (Y/E/C) eyes look her over cautiously, rather than softly, because the one in front of her does not know her. "Uhm, thank you for saving me?" Malia ignores the tentative gratitude. "Malia, I-" Scott's concerned warning is stopped short when Stiles holds up a hand, silently asking for him to let whatever is about to happen unfold. He locks his jaw, knowing how affected his beta was when she arrived back at the lodge. She was practically incoherent in describing what happened, instead whimpering and growling when anyone got too close to the two and unwilling to let go of the one bundled up in her arms. She was more coyote than human... Scott slides to the very edge of the coffee table to intervene, if needed, as a precaution. She looks kind of angry...Hazel eyes are not nearly as searching as the green ones that were first on her, rather they seem to be invasively prying without hesitation. The shoulder length cut to her brown locks frames her face nicely, which makes her gaze that much harder to look away from. Being stared at like some sort of freak show is grating on her patience, so she eventually manages to glance away to look back at the fire, though her view is soon occupied by Malia shifting closer with a challenging look. A lightly tanned hand rests on the back of the couch, effectively caging her in. "If you have something to say, then please go ahead," she requests calmly. "How could you forget about me?"

"It wasn't a choice." "Then why aren't you remembering?" Malia almost snaps out the question. A scoff almost leaves her at the presumption, because this girl is really blaming her...Are they all placing the fault on her alone? Maybe the inkling that something is not right with some of them is because they are actually a threat; the lodge is becoming more inhospitable by the second. "I can't. It's not like I'm repressing it," she replies sternly. "I don't know my own name, so it's definitely not personal. Get over yourself." "Quim. That is your name" Lydia offers, trying to mediate between the two, though she knows this is hard for Malia. It is hard for her too, but someone has to be on Quim's side as a source of support. "Oh, okay..." Fingers burrow deeply into the upholstery of the couch, nails threaten to extend and rip out the plush stuffing. Her coyote aspect howls in her mind. Malia grits her teeth against the hurt those words just stirred, trying to let anger mask it because she would have never thought this would happen to them. This is not how it should be. Relying on instinct, she surges forward, placing a hand firmly over Quim's heart to pin her in place as she joins their lips without asking for permission. She is her's, so she should not have to. The kiss is forceful, demanding and not at all how a kiss should be...It is also one sided. She is doing all the action, while her partner is frozen and unresponsive, though that stasis eventually breaks for Quim to turn her head away abruptly, before a hand is against her shoulder, pushing away. Trying to move away from Malia causes a sharp pull in her back that earns a wince. Fucking oww. "What the hell are you doing?!" "I was trying to jog your memory!" Malia counters. "You can't just kiss people!" "We've done way more than kiss, Quim!" That causes the indignation to leave her in a rush, making the anger feel unwieldy and too large for her to handle. She retracts her hand from Malia, re-crossing her arms as best she can to serve as a barrier between the two of them. Now, she is more confused. "What...?" "Maybe now isn't the time for this..." Scott attempts to reason with his beta. "Mal-" "My soulmate forgot me!" "Not on purpose." Lydia pipes up, earning a huff from the werecoyote, but at least she is listening to her. She links their hands to try and pull Malia away from the couch edge. "We need to be patient." "How are you handling this well? She forgot you too--both of us!" "Not. By. Choice." "I have two girlfriends...?" Stiles runs a hand down his face at the turn in conversation; this is not going to fix her memory, but of course that is what his sister takes away from the conversation. "Yes," he answers at the perplexed expression, rolling up his shirt sleeve to show his blank wrist. "Soul identifying marks. Ring any bells? No, well, you have two of them, so you have two soulmates, even though it is rare to have even one. Lucky you." Oh... Green and hazel eyes no longer meet in a silent, tense stare off, settling back on the occupant of the couch. Quim falls silent under their attention, unsure what could be said when forgetting your literal fated other halves.

#for quim who is awesome and nice!#i could just put gibberish in these tags #i also use this side blog for my very few pics in AO3 for fics.#alsoooo bc i had a fixation on ruby hale and that is what sparked that super long OC laden work i mentioned to you...kind of OC.#really i adapted different characters from different things and put them in one verse. anyway.

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How about Derek blindfolded while multiple men touch and worship his muscled-oiled body? He’s in a constant state of pleasure while getting his prostate rammed, his throat fucked, and multiple men constantly grope his cock, balls, biceps, abs, pecs, nipples, etc.

The Dark Moon : Derek/OMC

“Alright, so while we do this Derek is going to go cross country to try get some leads on where this thing came from.�� Stiles started to go over the plan that they had laid out during the pack meeting, with no info on what was in town they needed to try to trace it back to the source.

“Peter you go with him.” Scott chimed in lifting his head up to look at the other Hale. “I don’t want there to be a situation so make sure to stay a few steps behind him and check in each night. Two of you together will make it more suspicious that we’re looking for anything. We don’t know if this guy has any friends out there.”

It was a surprising smart plan that impressed the pack. They had started to see Scott come more into his own as time passed. None of them expected this development but it wasn’t bad. Seeing Scott take charge and proving he was the Alpha after all.

“Alright, I’ll leave tomorrow. Peter can follow after me.” Derek said leaning on the table, his eyes glancing back over the map. Each of the points were plotted out. Individually pointed and tracked so they didn’t raise any suspicions. It was all ready, and now it was time to carry out the plan.

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It was all supposed to be easy. Go to a few towns, stop around some spots look for clues and evidence then come back. Simple. But somehow Derek found himself tied up with his arms chained in the air connected to the ceiling. He didn’t know who got him but he could guess. Hunters.

“Well Mister Hale, you’re awake!” A man appeared at the top of a small flight of stairs. His arms opened as he gestured his surprise. “I was afraid my men were a little too hard on you. In my defence I did say to them I needed you alive, although, I should have restricted them to tranq darts. But then again, who knows with you pesky creatures, you do heal fast.”

Derek gritted his teeth at the man, baring them as he got closer. “Why don’t you get a little closer and I can show you what else wolves can do.” He snapped at him. Body lunging forward and trying to reach the hunter. Overhead the chains rattled and shook. They were taut with little room to move so Derek couldn’t get far.

“Oh now now Derek. There’s no need for that kind of behaviour. They did tell me you had a mouth on you but, I just thought it was pretty. Who knew you were so dirty too.”

Walking around the hunter paced around the open basement where they had kept Derek. Putting him safely away from anything he could use as a weapon. Taking a perching seat against the edge of a table he kept his arms open, his stance wide as his palms rested down at the edge beside his hips.

“What do you want?” Derek asked, spitting out as he stood there. There wasn’t much he could do right now besides wait. Peter was bound to come after him and find him eventually. Always staying one town over he would check in with the other wolf periodically making sure that they were in contact. Derek just needed to bide his time until Peter caught on, found his scent and came here.

“What do I want? Right to the chase I see. Well what I want to know is what you’re doing in my territory, we know you’ve been snooping around. This isn’t the first place you’ve been to. You’re looking for something. I want to know what, and I want names and locations. We’ve heard there’s a new pack operating in your family's old land and I want them.”

The man said it all with a smile on his face. Deranged and devoid of any proper emotions. All of it was masked by a cold expression that didn’t move, it didn’t change at all. The eyes were trained on him. Staying locked on to Derek. As hunters went the male wasn’t the most terrifyingly large or muscular, his build was incredibly average. It was the man’s expression that creeped Derek out the most. Like some crazy person that wanted to cleanse the world of super naturals.

“I want to burn them and cure the earth of this plague of your unnatural kind.”

And there it was. He was some deranged fanatic of the code.

“You’re not going to get anything from me, I’ll never give them up.” Derek scoffed at the other. He was all bark and no bite. There wasn’t anything he could do that Derek wouldn’t have already gone through.

“Well you can’t say I didn’t try. So it’s on to plan B then.” The man clapped his hands together once, standing back up and walking to a remote. “I wanted to do this the nice way Derek but you wouldn’t play ball... “ Stopping for a moment the hunter started to laugh, slowly it built from a chuckle to a full on giggle fit of laughter.

“Sorry, I just… play ball.. And you’re a wolf!” With tears practically coming down his cheeks he was hunched over in laughter of his own joke. “Ooooh man I crack myself up sometimes..ooaah.. Now.. uh… Where was I?”

“You were in the middle of villain monologuing.” Derek replied in a deadpan tone, staring at the other’s display that served to think maybe hunter training should hit people in the head less.

“Oh oh right.” Standing himself back up again the hunter pressed the power button on the remote. It picked up the air unit inside the basement, starting to blow air in. “Right, now it’s time to leave you. You’ll figure it out. Toodles!” The man waved his fingers and trotted back up the steps leaving Derek alone in the room again.

Looking around Derek didn’t know what was happening, he had expected some continuous torture of electricity or whipping or cutting but this weirdo just talked to him then turned on the air conditioning. That was fine by Derek, just more time wasted in here meant more time for Peter to catch up.

It wasn’t until Derek felt pain in his shoulders did he start to realise what was happening. This wasn’t any normal air. Without knowing it Derek had been sitting in a room that was slowly filling up with vapourised wolfsbane. It was so weak that he couldn’t smell it at first but now that he was noticing the scent it was growing. Derek wasn’t sure how long he had been standing in the room but now he could smell it all around him.

It wasn’t by accident, this was on purpose. Who ever thought of this knew their numbers. There wasn’t enough to kill him, there was just enough for him to wear him down. That’s why the freak didn’t explain it. He didn’t need to. All of Derek’s energy would be slowly sapped from him, the longer he stayed in this hotbox of poison.

Growing weaker by the second Derek tried once more to escape. Pulling down the wolf tried to rip the bolts from the ceiling. Using his weight as the countermeasure he grunted and yelled in the pain he was already feeling from being weakened.

It was useless now. No matter how much he would try Derek wouldn’t have the strength he needed to free himself and any other attempts would have just hurt him more. With his powers draining he couldn’t afford to be more injured than he needed to be for an escape.

Time went by at almost a glacial pace, or at least that’s how it felt for Derek. The vapours getting the better of him and messing with his mind. His body grew weak and his brain felt like it couldn’t keep up with what his eyes were seeing. Tracing around the room he could feel its effects taking hold of every bit of him.

By the time the door opened again Derek was having trouble keeping his head up. He felt light headed and dazed. This wasn’t the same man that had interrogated him from before, and he wasn’t alone. The stream of men continued until the room had more than a dozen men, all watching and smirking at Derek.

When the first one reached for Derek the wolf reacted as if to an attacker. Kicking his leg out he tried to fend the man away but his weakened body was in no state to save himself.

The hunter caught Derek’s leg with ease and held it, patting the side of his leg with a chuckle. “Don’t worry little wolf, we’re not going to hurt you.” He goaded him with his words. Letting the leg go he turned around and grabbed a pair of scissors. “But you won’t be needing your clothes for this.” He grinned as Derek’s clothes were cut up. His top and jeans shredded, even his underwear. Nothing but the hair on his body between his skin and the air.

“You know what to do boys.” Giving the signal to the group Derek heard the clicking. He looked around to see what it was but his vision was impared by the bodies that were coming up to him. A blindfold came from behind, going over his head it was tied and left Derek visionless.

Defenceless from their advances, Derek could do nothing to stop them. Their hands came to his body and started to rub it. Oil on their hands, spreading slick against his skin. At first there were only two pairs of hands. One rubbed at his chest while the other at his back.

He growled at the hunters for touching him. But it wasn’t just touching him. Their fingers pressed and pushed into his muscles. They were like magic, working deep under his skin. Pulling away years or pain and ache that had set in. Knots that he hadn’t even noticed were there. His body slowly became putty in their hands.

His body shined in the light. Soaked over from the oil they used. Each hand massaging him and keeping pace with the other side. When one pair was taken away another was replaced. They all felt different , all had different shapes and textures, power and speed. But even through all that each one of them never failed to make Derek felt something good.

He was chained up and exposed to everything that the men wanted to do to him. Their plan was going perfectly. Lowering his guard slowly they massaged his body with more hands touching over the wolf all over. They were at his chest, his back, his abs. Then came the more involved part. As more hands joined they had to find new places to go. First it was his thighs then his calves, down to his feet.

Derek could feel all the hands working on him, spreading the oil. He couldn’t tell how many men there were now. His eyes were closed, his head lolling back loosely, exposing his neck yet another place for the men to touch. It felt good, too good. Letting out a small moan all the hands stopped at the sound.

“mmmh..”

The blindfold was torn away with a quick cut. When Derek opened his eyes he saw faces filled with lecherous smiles. Every single man there was looking up, grinning back at him.

“W-wait.” Derek tried to plead with them but it was too late. Before he could say anything else the men’s hands had started again this time it was different. Now their hands were going to even more places. Until now his nipples and crotch had been left out, with Derek’s own moan that changed.

Fingers played with his nipples, circling them and pinching. His cock and balls pulled and teased. Derek’s ass wasn’t left out either. The men were touching him all over. Toying with his body. The oil only made it worse for him. Acting like a lube, the men’s hands glided effortlessly over Derek’s body. But none so bad as his ass.

With his body covered in the oil they had been massaging into him for the last while he could feel his hole letting in their fingers with no resistance. He tried to clamp down, keep his hole closed tight but there wasn’t any grip. With the amount of oil they had rubbed on his body it was easy for them to slip a finger into him. From there they continued.

Too weak to fight back Derek gasped when the man at his ass started to add more fingers, soon Derek’s legs were also in the air. Being held up by some of the men Derek’s body floated while they caressed his body like some sacred idol. Rubbing and touching him all over for good luck.

The touching never stopped. Time around Derek felt slow and thick. His body in a similar state as his mind. They were touching him, rubbing him, worshiping his body. Playing him like an instrument and the sounds they pulled were sounds of pleasure.

Derek tried to stop them but he couldn’t. Too weak to fight back and too drained to focus on anything else all he could feel were the waves and waves of pleasure that the men continued to give him.

All Derek thought about was the pleasure. He could feel fingers over every inch of his body. Rubbing his feet, playing with his nipples, fingering his ass, stroking his cock. The battalion of hands never stopped, it was a continuous onslaught of teasing and touching. But there was never enough to make Derek cum.

He was rock hard, his cock in the hands of strangers. His body at their disposal, he wanted more.

“P-please…” Starting to beg Derek opened his eyes to find the men watching him. Their naked bodies joined his. Openly themselves and rubbing the remnants on him. He could see the splotches of white and where they were coming from. With leaking cocks they had been rubbing it over him and they weren’t stopping.

“Hear that boys. I think he’s ready.” A voice called out. Derek didn’t know who it was but it didn’t matter.

Once they got the word Derek’s hands were unhooked from the ceiling. His body now carried by the men, they brought him over to a swing and attached his limbs to each of the four straps. Tying him there they moved all around him, circling him like prey.

As they settled around him two men stepped forward. Grinning they looked over Derek’s body before taking their place. One slot between Derek’s legs the other went behind and pulled at the wolf’s head. Derek’s head hung back, slotted perfectly back he was completely face first into the man’s cock.

With a coordinated thrust both men speared into Derek. His ass and his mouth being opened at the same time with no waiting or warning. He expected pain, burning, anything like that but instead the two hard cocks slide into his holes with ease.

During their time of touching and spreading his body Derek hadn’t seen how many fingers they had put in him. He didn’t know he was already ready to take cock and now it was time to show him new pleasures of his body.

In perfect sync they pushed and pulled their cocks out of Derek like one connected machine. Giving him no rest the hand soon joined back. They explored Derek’s body again this time not being shy about where they were touching. Going straight to his cock and nipples they searched for more erogenous zones on the hunk.

Strung there in the swing Derek wanted to gasp, he wanted to moan, but instead he had the taste of a fat cock in his mouth. Stopping his sounds and coating his tongue with precum, it was making sure that his mouth was fully gagged by cock.

It was slow and deliberate, just like the hands had been at first but when Derek writhed under them they knew they had found it. With a few more thrusts the man honed in his angle and started to repeatedly hit against Derek’s prostate.

His body had never felt anything like this, it was making him feel good inside and out. Too good. Something that the watchful eyes of his capturers didn’t let slip. As Derek could feel his cock twitching and his balls hiking up everything stopped. They pulled away and left him there. Letting go of Derek, they stole the sweet taste of release only to bring him back again once it had left.

Edging him over and over again Derek was left there hanging. His balls started to ache, his body covered in the cum of the other men. Even the two men that were at his ass and mouth had filled him up. But none of them let Derek get further than he already was.

Each man took their turn fucking his ass and using Derek’s mouth. If a load wasn’t shot into his holes then it was painted on top of him. It was a train of them, every time a cock was taken out of his body a new one replaced it. All of them working together to break Derek.

The constant ride of ups and downs grew too much for him. It took a toll on his body and his mind. Just like how they played with his body they were also playing with his mind. Man after man took their turn loading Derek’s hole with cum. His face covered and crusted in the earlier loads, his ass sorely open and red from the number of cocks he had taken.

Cum dribbled freely down from his ass. A moaning mess covered head to toe. Hair clumped down and his body patchy with splotches of dried cum. The scent lingered and stuck to him, digging into his skin and marking him thoroughly outside and in.

His cock was still hard when they left him. Still twitching and begging for release. He was still moaning and pleading for more, to feel something. The lack of touch on his body driving him crazy. He needed it, he wanted to be used.

Still tied and completely hazed Derek was whining and pleading to the empty room. His hole winking and trying to close around the emptiness that was carved out by cock. Aching for the feeling of being full again.

That’s how Peter found him. After Derek hadn’t checked in it took him awhile to pick up his scent. A stray lead from some hunters he had been tracking led him right to the building. Right back to Derek. After finding an opening he slipped past the guards and made his way deeper, already planning the months of torment and teasing he would give Derek for having to save his ass.

“Jesus.. What the fuck did they do to you..” Peter muttered to himself as he saw the scene before him. Puddles of cum, spit and oil covering nearly every inch of the room that he was being held in.

He reached for the hooks and started to look for a way to get the younger Hale down from his shackles.

“If you’re so curious as to what we did to your nephew, why don’t you stick around and find out.” A voice called out to Peter, but there wasn’t any one in the room. No other heartbeats, no extra bodies.

“As tempting as that offer is I think I’ll take a rain check.” Peter replied sarcastically as he tried to loosen the bonds that held Derek hanging there.

“By all means, I must insist you stay.” The voice picked up again this time this time followed by a sound.

Click

The door Peter had come in through, the only door to the room was now locked. Trapping himself and Derek in the room with no way out. Soon a sound started up, air vents that pushed air in. The same vents air that started it Derek’s whole process.

“Now, just be a good little wolfie while I find you some new friends.” The speaker was left on as the man stepped away. Peter could hear the laughter from the man that he knew as only there to goad him. He had bigger problems right now lest he want to end up like the husk of a nephew he found.

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The Beginning - Two

Summary: Kacy had no plans on going to Lydia Martin’s party but when Scott refuses to cancel his date with Allison she has no choice. It doesn’t help it’s there first full moon. Warnings: Swearing Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Original Character (Kacy) Genre: 18+ | Fluff Word Count: 4668 Author’s Note: Here we go! Please let me know what you think, and I hope you guys enjoy it! Let me know if you want to be tag!

|| One | Two | Three | Masterlist ||

I opened my eyes staring up at the treetops my breathing started to quicken as I began to panic. I closed my eyes tightly before opening them again. I sat up looking around noticing I was back in the woods again. I stood up patting my pants for my phone not feeling it. I sighed wrapping my arms around my body. Great. I looked around the ground to see if it was there and it wasn’t to my disappointment. I started running in a random direction. I finally picked up the sound of a road and went towards it and figured out where I was. I started walking back to my house cursing for the fact that I didn’t have shoes on and probably looked like a crazy person.

When I finally got to my house, I walked back up the stairs but instead of going into my room I went into Scotts, but he wasn’t there. I looked up feeling a breeze noticing the window was opened. I went back to his doorway peeking out into the hall.

“Scott?” I yelled hoping he was somewhere else in the house but there was no answer, I sighed in frustration stomping into my room grabbing my towel to shower the leaves out of my hair.

When I got out of the shower, I heard sounds coming from Scott's room and a heartbeat? I wrapped the towel around me throwing his door open which scared him causing him to fall.

“Where the hell were you!” I yelled kicking him he put his hands up trying to deflect my kicks, “Do you know what happen to me last night! I woke up in the damn woods Scott! The WOODS!” I yelled stopping from kicking him taking deep breaths to calm down. He stood up walking up to me.

“I did too.” He admitted trying to hide the fact that he was freaking out just as much as I was. I broke down right there falling to the floor, he knelt pulling me into him trying to shush me as ai cried into his shoulder.

“What the hell is happening?” I asked softly not really expecting an answer even though I desperately needed one.

“I don’t know, but it’s going to be okay,” he said calmly, I leaned back looking at him. He got up offering me his hand, I gripped the towel close to me taking his hand letting him help me up. He gave me a soft nudge back to my room. I shut the bathroom door once in my room going over to my closet grabbing a simple plain white V-neck and my black pleather jacket. I went over to my dresser pulling out some dark blue skinny jeans as well as a bra and underwear getting dressed. I grabbed my all black vans putting them on. I looked in the mirror at my wet hair and then at the clock knowing I didn’t have any time to go anything to it. I took the towel trying to dry it as much as I could before grabbing my bag and meeting Scott down in the kitchen.

School went by in a blur which is not how I wanted to start my school year. I couldn’t seem to focus on anything but trying to recall anything from the night prior as to how I ended up in the middle of the woods and how a bite could heal as fast as mine did.

After school, I went out to the bleachers waiting for try-outs to start for first-line flipping through the reading for English. Scott walked up to me standing next to me giving a reassuring smile, I gave a weak one back the events of the past forty-eight hours still bothering me.

“Hey, it's going to be okay, I promise.” He whispered I nodded trying to ease his worrying even though I knew it didn’t work. It was a twin thing, we always knew what the other was feeling. There were no secrets between us. I looked past him noticing a frantic Stiles running up towards us motioning my head for Scott to look.

“Scott! Kacy!” He yelled out of breath when he got to us.

“Stiles we’re playing the first elimination today, can’t it wait?” Scott asked making sure his gear was on tight.

“Just hold on okay!” He took a deep breath still trying to catch his breath, “I heard my dad on the phone, the fiber analysis came back from LA. They found animal fibers on the body in the woods.” This caught my interest.

“Look I got go,” Scott said grabbing his helmet and going out on to the field.

“Stiles,” I panicked “What were they?” He sighed running his hand through his short hair.

“It was a wolf.” He finally said going out onto the field as well.

The coach gathered the team going over what today's practice was about and I noticed Scott raised his hand and I looked over at where he was looking to see Allison walking up smiling over at him. Allison looked around on the bleacher spotting me, I raised my hand waving at her, and she smiled walking up them to sit next to me.

“Hey,” she greeted sitting down as the guys started scattering to their positions. It was an intense scrimmage as they fought to show the coach what they got. Scott was out on the field and when he got the ball, he got hit by Jackson throwing him onto the ground. That must have ticked Scott off because after that he was amazing. Dodging everyone with ease making a shot when he flipped over three defenders.

“McCall!” the coached yelled I focused my hearing on the conversation “What the hell was that this is a Lacrosse field. What are you doing? Trying to try out for the gymnastics team?” Scott looked at him confused unsure of what to say.

“No coach,” He finally answered

“What the hell was that?” The couch shouted

“I was just trying to make the shot coach,” he admitted the coach smiled after that

“Well, you made the shot and guess what? Your starting buddy.” The coach patted him in the chest and Scott looked at him in shock, I cheered, and the rest of the crowd cheered, I looked over at Allison and she pulled me into a hug.

“He made the first line!” She beamed and I nodded not sure what to do. I wasn’t used to having a girl around in our group or at least almost in our group. But I had to try for Scott's sake since he liked her so much. I looked down at Stiles who was the only one not standing and clapping. He looked up at me with a worried expression. Something was working in his mind and he immediately went home after practices.

Scott and I looked at each other confused but went home. Stiles didn’t show up for school the next day which was odd, but I tried to continue with my day as normal.

I stood outside the guy's locker room waiting for Scott holding my phone trying to decide if I should call him or not. He had an idea and I needed to know what it was. Scott came out of the locker and I looked up at him confused.

“Stiles texted me, he wants us to come over.” I nodded getting up and following him out. We stayed quiet on the walk and Scott knocked on Stiles's door once we got there. I heard a crash and then the door swung open to a frantic Stiles. I walked in sitting down on his bed.

“You guys gotta see this,” he said sitting back down in his computer chair, “I have been up-all-night reading books and all this information.”

“How much Adderall have you taken?” Scott asked standing over next to me.

“A lot,” Stiles responded nonchalantly before grabbing a piece of paper, “Doesn’t matter, just listen.”

“Is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” I asked moving closer to the edge of the bed in anticipation of where this was going.

“No, they're still questioning people, even Derek Hale.” Stiles answer turning his chair to face us.

“Oh, the guy in the woods we saw the other day.” Stiles threw his hands up and I leaned back my eyes going wide at his behavior. He was really freaked out by whatever he was trying to tell us.

“Woah calm down,” I said sitting back up straight.

“Look guys that’s not it alright?” He said, his heart was beating so fast there was something bugging him, “you remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore,” Scott and I looked at each raising our eyebrows before looking back at Stiles.

“The wolf, the bite in the woods guys,” I shook my head not sure where he was going with this. He sighed wiping his hand over his face in frustration. “Look I’ve been doing all this reading; do you even know why a wolf howls?” Scott and I shook our head in response. Stiles stood up moving closer to us with a piece of paper still in his hand.

“It’s a signal, guys. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal the pack of its location. So, if you guys heard howling, there must have been a bunch of them probably even a whole pack.”

“Where are you going with this Stiles? A pack of wolves?” I asked not sure what he was trying to say.

“No, werewolves.” I looked at him stunned and couldn’t stop the laughter that came with it after a few minutes of silence. There is no way he could be serious.

“You can’t be serious Stiles!” I said catching my breath between laughs. Scott stood up annoyed.

“Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I’m picking up Allison in an hour.” He said grabbing his pack. Stiles quickly moved in front of him getting in his way to the door.

“I saw you on the field the other day, Scott. Okay, what you did wasn’t just amazing. It was impossible.” I could feel Scott getting angrier by the second, but Stiles wasn’t wrong. Scott's performance was impossible. At least for him.

“Yeah, so I made a good shot,” Scott mumbled trying to move past him, but Stiles grabbed him pushing him back.

“No, you made an incredible shot! The way you moved your speed. Your reflexes. People can’t just move like that overnight.” I looked up making eye contact with Stiles the weight of what he was saying now hitting me. My expression going from amused to blank.

“Scott,” I whispered he turned looking down at me, “He’s not wrong. You have asthma. That shouldn’t be possible.” Scott sighed angrily in no mood to hear any of this.

“Yeah, and don’t think I haven’t noticed you haven’t used your inhaler.” Stiles pointed out, he was right. His inhaler was sitting in his nightstand when it was always normally on him. “And it's not just that, the heightened senses!”

“Okay! I can’t think about this right now, we can talk tomorrow” Scott yelled stopping Stiles in his tracks. I stood up hearing Scotts heart racing.

“Scott,” I whispered touching his arms and he shoved it off. I quickly pulled back holding my hand. “Scott!” I yelled trying to get his attention my own heart starting to speed up from my annoyance to how he was reacting to all of this. He looked at me breathing deeply.

“If what Stiles is saying is true. You can’t go out tonight. Tonight is the full moon!” I yelled at him, he scrunched his eyebrows confused about what I was saying.

“What are you two trying to do? I made the first line, I have a date with a girl who I can’t believe wants to go out with me and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it for me?” he yelled, that stung. I felt tears well up in my eyes that I tried to push back.

“I’m trying to help,” Stiles said sitting back in his chair grabbing another piece of paper reading it quickly. “You two are cursed, Scott.” I felt a tear fall down my cheek and Stiles looked over at me frowning.

“The full moon isn’t just when you will change. It’s also when your blood lust will be at its highest.” Stiles leaned back in his chair and I sat back down on the bed trying to process all of this. Everything Stiles was saying sounded completely insane but everything he was saying also made sense. All the puzzle pieces fit.

“Bloodlust?” Scott asked clearly not convinced at the gravity of our situation.

“Yeah, your urge to kill.” I sucked in a breath and Scott turned around quickly walking over to me and pulling me into his chest. I breathed in deeply trying to calm myself down.

“Now look what you did, you have Kac freaked out. Dammit, Stiles!” Scott yelled pissed off standing up and turn to Stiles. “I’m already starting to feel the urge to kill Stiles.” He said more calmly now. The tears were falling freely now, Stiles turned to his desk reaching for a book flipping through the pages till he found what he was looking for.

“Changed could be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. Alright!” He said turning back around to face Scott “I haven’t seen anyone raise your pulse like Allison. You got to cancel this date!” He said standing up going over to Scott's bag. He started rummaging around in it and pulled out his phone.

“What are you doing?” Scott asked annoyed

“I’m canceling the date,” Stiles said, this pissed Scott off throwing the chair and grabbed Stiles pushing him up against the wall which caused me to scream moving my hands over my mouth before getting up trying to pry Scott off Stiles. He had his fist raised as if to punch Stiles and I grabbed it.

“Scott stop!” I yelled pulling him back looking at him in disbelief. He was breathing heavy from the anger and went over to his bag grabbing it. His eyes widen when he realized what he had just done.

“I’m sorry,” he muttered, and I back up away from him over to Stiles who placed his hands on my shoulders trying to comfort me.

“Look, I got to get ready for that party.” He mumbled before looking up at me “are you coming with me?” he asked, I shook my head no.

“I think I’m going to stay here for a bit,” I said my voice a bit shaky. Scott nodded his head before walking over to the door turning to face us one last time.

“I’m sorry,” he said again before leaving. Stiles rested his head on the wall before walking around me to pick up the chair staring at it. He turned to face me worried written all over his face.

“What is it?” I asked he turned the chair to show me five long slits in the chair from where Scott had grabbed the chair before throwing it. I looked up at him, panic rushing through me. If Scott did anything to anyone, he would never forgive himself.

“We have to go to that party.” Stiles nodded pacing in his room before stopping to look at me.

“You can’t Kac,” He said pointing over at me and I looked at him confused. “Kac, this is happening to you too you’ll…you’ll change and not in a good way.”

I sighed looking around before going over to sit on the bed. That was an issue. I fell back on the bed and Stiles did the same. I looked over at him and I felt something knot up in my stomach. The butterflies I always pushed down whenever Stiles and I ended up like this.

“What?” he asked, I shook my head staring back at the ceiling.

“It’s nothing,” I laughed, I moved my head to rest on his shoulder.

“We’re going to that party, aren’t we?” he asked, I looked back at him with a half-grin.

“Yup.”

Stiles took me to my house so I could change. I ran into the house not noticing my mom as I ran up to my room. I quickly went through my closet trying to find something to wear. I pulled out a navy blue summer dress that went to my mid-thigh and had cherry blossom flowers scattered on it. I heard a knock on the door and then saw my mom's head pop in. I smiled over at her grabbing my brown pleather jack and some brown pleather boots to go with it.

“So, are you going to this party as well?” She asked leaning on the door frame. I pulled my shirt over my head putting on the dress before taking my pants off.

“Yeah, with Stiles,” I answered going over to my dresser to pull out some long boot socks. She grabbed my arm gently stopping me. I looked up at her confused.

“Do we need to have the talk also?” She asked and I groaned letting my head fall back as I went to sit on the bed to put the socks on.

“I’m going with Stiles mom, not a date,” I looked up at her and she had a weird grin on her face. “What?” I asked

“Oh nothing, just thought this might be a date with Stiles.” She answered coyly, I smiled and shook my head at her pulling on my boots zipping them up before standing up to put on the jacket.

“We’re are just friends’ mom, promise. If that ever changes, you will be the first to know,” I walked up to her pulling her into a hug when I pulled back, she sighed moving a stray hair out of my face.

“You mean first from Scott,” I chuckled nodding. She nodded her head giving me room to pass. I quickly ran outside and got into Stiles jeep and he pulled out.

“You look nice,” He said when we were almost to the party, “Get all dressed up for me?” he joked looking over at me with a smile. I scoffed shaking my head leaning my arm on the window looking up at the sky. The moon shined brightly back down, and I felt my heart begin to quicken suddenly and my breathing starts to pick up. I closed my eyes trying to take deep breaths to calm down.

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles asked worriedly pulling the Jeep over and turning to face me. I looked over at him and he looked back at me shocked.

“What?” I asked, he shook his head rubbing at his eyes, “Stiles what is it?” I asked getting annoyed, my heart rate beginning to race again from him staring at me. I grabbed onto the dash as a pain started to rush through.

“Woah hey, you’re okay. If anyone can control this, you can. Come on Kac.” Stiles grabbed hold of my hands and I gasped beginning to freak out when I saw the claws at the ends of my fingertips replacing my normal nails. I tried to pull my hands away so I would hurt him, but he only held on tighter. I closed my eyes again trying to think of something, anything that could distract me.

“Your eyes are yellow,” Stiles said, I looked up at him freaked out pulling down the visor and in the mirror, two yellow eyes stared back at me.

“Oh god.” I panicked before a scream raked through my body when I suddenly felt two hands on either side of my face then I felt lips. His lips. Stiles was kissing me.

When I was finally able to process what was happening, I kissed back. My heart slowing and the pain fading into nothing but an annoying prick. When he pulled back, I looked at him confused. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

“I uh...” he swallowed sitting back in his seat, “You needed a distraction.” He finally got out clearing his throat. I leaned back and nodded my head and he pulled back out onto the road.

“How about we just not- “

“Agreed.” He interrupted reading my mind to not speak of it. The rest of the ride to the party was quiet and when we pulled up to Lydia’s and he put it in park. We sat there for a minute.

“So, what’s the plan.” He asked drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. I looked around as kids were going up to the house going into the party. I took a deep breath preparing myself for this.

“We go in there and just watch,” I said, he looked at me with an are-you-serious expression and I shrugged my shoulders.

“What? Do you have a better idea?” I asked waiting for an answer and when he had none, we opened the doors going up to the house. When we got into the house it was loud, the music was blaring, and kids were dancing around out on the back porch. I grabbed onto Stiles's hand trying to not get pulled in another direction. He looked down at our linked hands and I swear I saw a hint of pink in his cheeks before he looked away gripping my hand tighter.

“Let’s go out to the back,” Stiles shouted over the music. I nodded motioning for him to lead on. I walked out and stopped in my tracks when I saw Derek Hale staring back at me across the pool. Stiles stopped quickly moving back over to me grabbing my arms looking me in the eye.

“Hey, you okay? No wolfing out?” He asked I shook my head taking my eyes off Derek to look at Stiles. I nodded my head saying I was okay and when I went to look back at Derek he was gone. I shook my head shoving the thought off to the back of my mind. Stiles lead me around the pool as we tried to spot Scott. I spotted Allison pulling on Stiles's arm. He turned back and I pointed over at Allison.

“Go talk to her,” He said before disappearing into the house. I started to walk after her when she went back into the house, I tried to catch up to her but when I got outside. Derek was standing there talking to her.

“Allison,” he greeted she turned to look at Derek, and I took that as a chance to get up to her. “I’m a friend of Scott's, my names Derek.”

“Hey!” I greeted eyeing Derek before looking at her. “Have you seen Scott?” I asked coolly

“Yeah, um. He just took off.” She said gesturing to the road sound confused, and I saw mom’s car driving fast down the road.

“How about I give you two a ride home?” Derek said walking up to us. Allison looked over at me as if asking if that was a good idea. I looked back at Derek sighing.

“Um, yeah. Okay.” I agreed and turned to Allison linking arms with her as we followed Derek to his car, “Hey I’m sorry about Scott, he was complaining of a headache earlier.” I explained trying to ignore my own headache that was starting again as panic was beginning to once again set in. I looked back at the house once we got to Derek’s car when he opened the back door for us. Stiles walked out into the front yard spotting me and Derek. Worry was written all over his face. I looked up at Derek and he was looking at Stiles.

“Don’t worry,” was all he said, and I nodded getting into the car. I fought like hell to keep calm, but my head felt like it was splitting in two. I rolled down the window letting the air hit my face. I looked at Derek through the rear-view mirror and he had a blank expression but sped the car up faster knowing I was close to losing what little control I had.

“Hey, are you okay?” Allison asked leaning over and touching my arm trying to comfort me. I nodded my head sitting back up straight giving her a warm smile to try and prove it.

“Yeah just my head,” I mumbled keeping my eyes closed worried that they might be a bright yellow instead of their usual brown.

“I have some ibuprofen if you want some.” She offered and I could hear her looking in her bag for the bottle that was rattling loudly but she probably couldn’t hear it. I reached over touching her arm to stop her and I shook my head.

“No, no it's okay. Just need to sleep it off.” I said opening my eyes to look at her reassuringly she smiled and then we pulled into her driveway. “I’ll see you at school.” She nodded getting out of the car. I took that as a chance to lay down in the back seat.

“Jesus Christ,” I mumbled to no one once she shut the door. I groaned in pain trying to fight off the change.

“Think of something to calm you,” Derek said from the front not slowing down.

“What do you think I’m doing,” I yelled and my voice changing sounding deeper, animalistic. “where are we going?” I asked looking down at my hands the claws were back, and I reach up feeling my teeth, feeling my fangs.

“You can do this Kacy, just focus,” Derek said reassuringly from the front, I groaned at his optimism.

“It would be easier if I knew where we were going!” I yelled sitting up, I went to open the door, but he locked them. I turned to him growling feeling myself slowly losing control. I screamed as another pain shot through. I closed my eyes trying to focus.

“Think of Stiles,” Derek shouted, Stiles, face flash through my mind and the kiss we shared in the car. I felt my body beginning to calm down, my heart slowing down. I opened my eyes looking at Derek.

“How did you do that?” I asked making sure to keep Stiles's face clear in my mind. He grinned at me from the rearview mirror shaking his head.

“I didn’t, you did.” He said we pulled out onto a dirt road and I looked outside not recognizing where we were. He stopped the car grabbing the jacket Allison left behind. I grabbed onto it before he could exit the car.

“What are you doing?” I asked looking him in the eye, he pulled the Jacket out of my grasp.

“Stay in the car till I’m back.” He said shutting the door before I could argue. I sighed laying back down across the back. I stayed focus on Stiles. At some point, I fell asleep and woke up to the sound a car door shutting and the engine starting. I opened my eyes looking up at Derek.

“Where did you go?” I asked sitting up stretching my arms. Noticing it was now morning.

“To save your brother. Look, you need me. If you want to control this.” He said pulling back out onto the main road. I climbed my way to the front putting on the seatbelt. I looked over at him wondering if I should ask him if he was the one that did this to us.

“No, I wasn’t the one that bit you.” He said answer my unspoken question. I nodded staring back out onto the road. He pulled up to my house and grabbed my arm before I could get out.

“Kacy, there are people out there. Hunters. If you want to learn how to survive. You’ll trust me.” I looked at him in the eyes and nodded getting out of the car walking up to my house. What a night.

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Shadow, Prologue

“Run.”

Paws dragged through the snow, the wolf pushing to be faster and gain more distance. The snow was clinging to the dirty fur, the wind stinging their eyes, the nature trying to slow the running wolf.

“Don’t stop running.”

Crack!

Ice broke under the wolf’s sudden weight, sending the wolf into the chilled water. Some dirt washed from the fur, leaving a darker color of blonde. Claws ripped at the ice, the wolf trying to get out quickly. More ice broke at the attack, finally feeling the ice wind nipping at the soaked fur.

“What if I fail?”

Blood followed in the tracks of the running wolf, spreading crimson blossoms, falling from the wounded side and making the wolf want to stop. The side was burning, the chilled air doing nothing to help, but yet the wolf didn’t stop running. They couldn’t.

“Never stop running until you know you’re safe.”

The wolf was suddenly tackled, sending both rolling in the snow. Exhaustion weighed down the body, wanting to just give in. Paws pushed against the sudden weight, the blonde wolf finding just enough strength to push the weight off. The brown wolf rolled in the snow, standing up in annoyance. The blonde wolf slowly stood up and shook off the snow, looking to the new wolf.

“Never stop to let them catch you.”

The blonde wolf snarled, hackles raising and getting a growl from the brown wolf in return. The wounded wolf didn’t want to challenge, they just wanted to leave, but the brown wolf didn’t care- which gave the wolf no choice.

A light pink color wolf and platinum blonde wolf ran into the area, having followed the new wolf’s scent. They two new wolves stopped when they saw the blonde wolf and brunette wolf snarling to each other, hackles raised. The light pink wolf spoke, “Jungkook, wait.”

The brunette wolf stopped, looking over at the new wolf. The blonde wolf panted, vision fuzzing. Jungkook looked back and the platinum wolf said, “It’s a female wolf.”

Jungkook’s eyes widened and quickly looked at the blonde wolf. She narrowed her eyes, not backing down. Female wolves are not supposed to fight, it’s not in tradition for them to be fighting. These wolves were surprised to see this female fighting now. But Jungkook didn’t care, he wasn’t one to back down from a fight. Female or not.

The female wolf looked between each other, unsure of how she could fight three wolves in her condition. But she wasn’t going to roll over, wasn’t going to just bare her throat. Not to them, not to anyone.

Jungkook lunged at her, making her push herself forward- ignoring her body’s pleas. Both wolves met head on, canines snapping and trying to find the other’s threat. The older wolves watched the fight in shock, not expecting this to break out. The platinum wolf rushed forward, ready to defend his pack member from any threat.

“Never stop fighting until you see the dawn of the newday.”

The older wolf slammed against her side, making her skid back in the snow. False ground gave out at the blonde wolf’s weight, making her crash into the rocks. Pain around her leg as she tried to get up, making an unwanted roar fall from her lips and signaling her location.

The wolves stopped by the hole, looking down at the blonde wolf. She panted, blood running down her fur. Her body gave out, collapsing in the snow.

“A killer’s trap.”

I can never be safe.

Her eyes stared at the rock wall, small puffs of air was shown with her fast panting. She laid motionless in the snow, the moving of her chest was the only way to tell she’s alive.

“Intruder, south border.” The alpha lifted his head, standing up quickly. The door opened and the alphas peeked their heads inside. “Namjoon? You heard?”

“Let’s go.” The two nodded with leaving with Namjoon. The first alpha jumped off of the porch, jumping into a black wolf, followed by a russet and Namjoon’s blonde wolf.

The ran through their territory, running south till they saw the three wolves. The blonde wolf greeted, “Jimin, Jungkook, Chanyeol.”

“Alphas.” Jimin greeted back as Jungkook was keeping an eye on the female wolf in the hole, his whole body was tense. Chanyeol, the platinum wolf, looked toward Jungkook and looked toward the alphas. Jungkook’s eyes narrowed as he noticed the female wolf was getting her breath back, her panting slowing.

Namjoon walked over to Jungkook when he saw Jungkook’s eyes narrow. He looked down in the hole, pausing as his breath caught in his throat, the black alpha catching. Jungkook watched the female wolf get her breath back.

Actually, it was quite the opposite for the female. The wounds, iciness of the water, ice on her fur, the bleeding, it was all catching up to her. She didn’t care to die. It would put her with those she lost. But every time that she closed her eyes, she was reminded of the promise that she made.

Up, I have to get up.

She opened her eyes, pushing herself to stand. Snow fell off her blonde fur and Jungkook lowly growled. The russet wolf turned to the wolf and asked Chanyeol, “Pack?”

Chanyeol shook his head. The russet wolf turned to where the hole was, where the female wolf laid. Chanyeol answered, “Rogue, Junmyeon.”

“You have to run.”

She lunged to the top of the hole, Jungkook’s paw hitting her muzzle. A yelp came from her as Namjoon growled, the black wolf catching it again. He spoke, “Namjoon.”

Namjoon turned his head and looked back at the hole, taking a couple steps back. Then he shifted back, quickly changing into clothes and almost tripping over his clothes as he did. The black alpha spoke, “Namjoon, don’t-”

But Namjoon didn’t listen, jumping down in the hole. Bare feet landed in the snow and the blonde wolf lifted her head, silver eyes watching the male. Namjoon held out his hands. “Easy there...”

He took a step toward her, her hackles raising and lowly growling in response. Jungkook’s fur bristled, ready to defend Namjoon when the russet wolf said, “Wait Jungkook, he’s not in danger.”

Jungkook looked toward Junmyeon before looking toward the hole. Jimin walked over to Jungkook and pawed at his shoulder. Jungkook sitting and watching his alpha walk closer to the female wolf.

“I’m going to get you out.” Namjoon walked closer to the wolf. She sighed with laying her head on the ground, giving him the silent sign to do so. He gently ran his hand over her muzzle to where her eyes looked up quickly to the man, getting a smirk in return. They both felt the buzzing feeling.

Namjoon continued walking toward her hind leg. He noticed the stab wound, his fingers brushing over the top of it and making her wince in return. His eyes widened and he quickly kneeled down besides the trap, worried about her wounds.

“This is going to hurt.” Namjoon said and grabbed the trap. The wolf cried out as the metal teeth ripped out from her muscles, tears pouring down her fur. Namjoon reached over with petting her head and the form got smaller.

Immediately, Namjoon took off his jacket and wrapped around her form before her human form was all the way back. Namjoon snarled, “Don’t look.”

The alphas looked away, mentioning toward the others wolves to look away. Namjoon took off his shirt and wrapped around her injured leg. She started to sway and he caught her, letting her head rest on his chest. “I got you.”

Namjoon soothed, gently picking her up. Junmyeon stood by the edge of the hole. Namjoon nodded and zipped up the jacket. “You’re going to be fine.”

He lifted her up, Junmyeon grabbing the back of the jacket and pulling her up. Namjoon climbed up himself and shifted back, nudging her gently. She stood up, her eyes drooping. As she fell over, Namjoon swooped under and Junmyeon adjusted her on his back. “We’ll have Yixing and Seokjin look over her.”

Namjoon nodded. He gave one last look toward the girl who was slipping from conscious before taking off running. Junmyeon ran besides Namjoon, making sure that she stayed on.

Her eyes stared at the sky, her vision fuzzing. As she was blacking out, she could only remember why she was running.

I can’t break a promise.

#werewolves #exo #bts

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