"Gotcha."

Jisoo yelped, spinning around in shock as she heard the soft whisper run along the back of her spine. Her eyes flared amber and she instantly poised over Jimin, who was quivering with his eyes half-open.

"Woah, calm down, Jisoo! It's just us!"

Jisoo blew out a breath and huffed, relaxing as she recognized the three girls that stepped into the light. "Oh, God! What did I say about scaring me like—is that Namjoon?!"

Namjoon meekly made his way into the light as well, and Jisoo ran forward and embraced the human boy.

"Thank fucking God," Jisoo mumbled, burying her face into Namjoon's shoulder. "Let's make our way back to camp. Girls, can you help me carry Jimin? You have to be gentle. He's in labor."

"Oh, poor thing," Lisa cooed, petting Jimin's head, and the werewolf's ears flattened, a whine slipping out of his throat, "of course we can carry him. He'll be as light as a feather."

Jisoo smiled gently, sitting back before shifting into her wolf form, and Namjoon instinctively climbed up onto Jisoo's back, clutching onto the strands of her soft, fluffy amber pelt, and he buried his nose into her fur.

"You have to tell us who took you," Jisoo said softly and Namjoon nodded nervously, unable to speak. "Otherwise, Seokjin will never be able to forgive the Pack since he won't know what happened."

Just as Jisoo began to trek forward, with the girls behind her gently carrying a shivering Jimin, a young werewolf burst from the bushes, heaving.

"Healer! Come quick! Taehyung is hurt!"

Jimin whined at the name of his mate. "Tae...my m-mate...wan' Tae, p-please..."

"Hush, baby, we'll go home to him quick." Chaeyoung gently ran her fingers through Jimin's fur.

"Hurt? How did he get injured?" Jisoo began trotting forward quickly, a little too quickly for Namjoon's comfort. He yipped and clutched onto Jisoo, feeling her powerful muscles ripple with every leap. "Is it bad?"

The young wolf matched Jisoo's pace well. "He's bleeding internally, from what I've heard Jaehyung say. But Seokjin attacked his stomach and he began vomiting blood."

Jisoo's eyes widened and she shook her pelt. "Not good...I've got a pregnant omega in labor and a wolf in need of critical surgery." Jisoo gnawed on her lip and skidded to a halt at the entrance of their camp. Namjoon instantly hopped off, eyes big, and she barked. "Go! Go, Namjoon, go find Seokjin!"

"But Jimin—" Namjoon squeaked, and Jisoo shook her head.

"Go! Now!"

Namjoon scrabbled in the snow, his feet kicking up a flurry of the cold flakes. The human's cheeks were numb, and he darted into the camp to see a pile of dark colored snow and Seokjin hunched over it, eyes dark red as he sniffed at the blood.

He wasted no time in shouting.

"Seokjin!" Namjoon screamed, and Seokjin darted his gaze up. His eyes widened, pupils dilating and Namjoon hitched.

Did Seokjin always look this...wild?

"Seokjin..." Namjoon whispered as the werewolf sniffed the ground and looked back up at Namjoon. He prowled closer to him, his snout exhaling a sharp stripe of breath, and Namjoon backed off. The werewolf growled, jaws snapping, and he found his feet frozen to the floor. "Seokjin, why're you acting like that?" He mumbled, fear clouding his chest.

Seokjin's dark red eyes glared at Namjoon, and he stopped when he was about one step away from him. Namjoon shivered at the metallic smell of blood on Seokjin's breath, the red liquid drenched Seokjin's pelt.

Namjoon didn't know what to do. Where was Jisoo? Was he supposed to touch Seokjin? How would he finish the mating ritual when he's still in his wolf form?

Out of the corner of his eye, Namjoon realized what was happening. Taehyung was injured, and Jimin was in labor. So it seems Yoongi and a couple of other wolves had spotted Jisoo and were quietly dragging the limp male out of camp, and they could not let Seokjin see.

The alpha wolf noticed the shift in Namjoon's eyes and he began to turn. His gaze predatorily fixed, a low, guttural growl ripped from his chest, but before he could look, Namjoon jumped forward.

His hands outstretched, he placed a hand between Seokjin's fluffy ears, hooked the other around his neck and narrowed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He didn't know if this would work, but the last time Seokjin had shifted under the full moon with him in his apartment, he was extremely needy and cuddly.

"Who's a good boy?" Namjoon cooed loudly, shocking the packmates that were gathered around. They had been watching in anticipation, waiting for some sort of dramatic twist to happen, but were quite bewildered to see Namjoon simply treating the humongous wolf like a fucking dog. "Good boy! You are a good boy, Seokie!"

Seokjin's red eyes were wide with shock, but Namjoon didn't stop there. His hands went to Seokjin's soft, fluffy belly and he began rubbing there, giggling. "A good boy deserves belly rubs! And you are a good boy, Seokjin~"

Seokjin's jaw twitched, and Namjoon gulped.

But much to everyone's shock, Seokjin then whined and flattened his ears. The red from his eyes dissipated, and Seokjin rolled over onto his back, his tail thumping onto the snow, tongue lolling out like a dog.

Namjoon laughed and started giving the big werewolf some belly rubs. "Good boy! Yes, you are a good boy!"

Seokjin yipped happily and nodded, his paws curling into his chest and he kicked his legs out in innocent happiness, drool running down his jaw, his eyes now a healthy shade of gold and bright with affection.

After a hearty amount of belly rubs, Seokjin hopped to his feet and nudged Namjoon towards his den. Holding Seokjin like a horse, with one hand underneath his snout and the other arm stretching up to his neck, he went into the den slowly, closed the ivy and flopped next to the fire inside.

Seokjin plopped down and panted heavily, growling playfully and nudging Namjoon's sides, whining and barking.

"Seokie, you have to wash up and rest." Namjoon said sternly, making Seokjin's ears flatten. "C'mere. Let's wash all of that icky blood off..."

Seokjin lolled his tongue out again, nuzzling against Namjoon as he took a warm cloth and wiped his paws and pelt of the scarlet liquid. A feeling of satisfaction ran through him when Seokjin ended up asleep, and Namjoon took off all of his clothes and boots before curling into Seokjin's warm body, and drifted off to sleep.

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