Wonpil was a sweet child that Mr Yang the Alpha of a rather small pack found in the streets for he was not gifted with a pup even after years of being a pack leader. With no child of their own they raised Wonpil as their pup until Jeongin was conceived. Favouritism crawled in as the pack regarded the new member the future of the pack. Which would be since Wonpil wasn't a wolf and infact no one knew what creature he'd shift into. As days bled by Jeongin grew stronger and gorgeous, also called as the future heir. Despite all that the older tried his hardest to be nice but.......the darkness within lurked far more stronger than anything good. He was a bloodhound, straight from hell and that power gave him the strength to do as he pleased. His hunger for power and omega only exploited him further. As he became the reason Jeongin's parents died and he took over the pack, forcefully.

"Jeongin!! Innie wake up!" Chan shook his mate awake, the sudden hug that the boy gave Chan made the Alpha worried. "Was it a nightmare?" He asks gently.

"It's.......It's Wonpil." He whispered sniffling. "He's awful and disgusting. I don't remember much but he used to be nice until he turned dark and blood thirsty." Jeongin whispered, "Chan......Chan you can venture through my scent and find out. I would certainly remember alot if you try to seek it out." The younger boy's eyes lit up.

"I can't Innie. Only someone with an inner core can read their mate. I might be able to if I tried but I'm not capable of to go that deep. Reading scents is a very intimate ritual, I'm sorry I can't do that. But.......But Minho can, or Changbin." Chan felt guilty for being unable to do that, as jealousy clouded his scent for Minho or Changbin if allowed would see the inner most vulnerable sides of his mate. But if that's going to help find Wonpil and safe Jisung and everyone else then so be it.

When Jeongin spoke to Minho about it, the Cheshire asked Chan if it was okay. But Jeongin's memories were erased to the farthest and only recalled it's and bits of visions. It was scattered. But there was someone who saw something more than he intended to. Seungmin. He was willing to let Minho read him, file through his ugly memories but the cat stood still.

Mine..... A smile dawn's on Minho as he hears Hannie faintly,very weak and fragile but he's there at the back of his mind. Yours princess. Only yours.

"Seungmin's memories were dark, awful and agonizing. Sex and awful thoughts, depression and Yubaba. He was bought to the brothel at six and served as a servant for years until he was fifteen, he had been presented with the first few prostitutes in the brothel and Wonpil was the first to ever bed him. Forcefully as the poor body shuddered and screamed in pain. That was also the day the monster scent marked him, later he trapped Felix and    tore his wings apart, stole his halo. He had tried to ruin Felix's virginity when Seungmin begged of him to let his brother go but instead he was killed before his eyes. Used for years as a sex slave Mr Bang had lusted over him, bought him as the highest bidder at an auction and dragged him home. Chan and Minho had their turns as a far corner of his mind had love for Minho and the truth of having been saved by the Cheshire. He lost his pups to save Changbin because Wonpil thought they were his and the most important memory was how Wonpil was cursed. At the most locked up corner of Seungmin's mind, he found Jisung, feeble and crying. The darkness so awful it stung the older, it was the night Jisung had night, a few hours prior. Where Wonpil had tried to force himself on Jisung, to rip his moonstone away, to taint the deity, a Goddess. Seungmin had rebelled, Jisung was in love he was in pain for Minho had been in pain. He was loosing blood, so was Jisung. They share one soul, bounded by eachother. Seungmin pushes Jisung away just in time before he runs in search of Minho. His argument with Chan unfolds. It's all a mess after that and Wonpil shifts into his hellhound as he bites Jisung. As Jisung dies in Minho's arms, he pushes his moonstone into Minho's chest before passing out. And Wonpil shrivels in agony as the curse of killing a God befalls him."

Seungmin passes out in Changbin's arms as Minho sits staring into space. He remembers nothing but Seungmin had an awful life, he wished he hadn't been so hard on him but Minho was a awful arrogant man back then. He rubs his face with his arms, what was he supposed to do? How was he supposed to defeat the wretched man? Would Jisung wake up? Would his babies survive? How long would it take? He missed Jisung so much, he wanted his soft arms around him.

"I miss you Jisung. I fucking miss you so much!" His lips tremble, his heart aches. The vision of Jisung's body crashing on his hair haunts him day and night. Tears trickle down his cheeks as an arm runs through his long hair.

"Visit him Minho. You might gain some strength once you feel him closer." Solar smiled. "The moonstone would protect and guide you." She smiles as he nods and stands up to leave. Yes, he needed Jisung so much right now it was messing his mind like a spiral.

"Minho. Take Felix with you." Hyunjin guided Felix downstairs with him. "I think Seungmin too should stay with her. It's our fight now. Or atleast until they are strong enough to stand with us." Hyunjin was right. They needed them as much as they needed strength.