*******Namjoon's POV*******

Isaac laughed. "You have got to be kidding me."

I shrugged my shoulders at him. "I'm sorry. I've got some other things on my mind lately."

He shook his head at me. "No, no. It's okay. Like I said, I want to tell you about my parents. From what I can tell, you're a nice guy, Namjoon. And you deserve an explanation as to why I don't want a mate. It's only fair to you that you know."

"You do know that 'don't want' doesn't necessarily cancel out 'still have', right?" I asked as we started down the trail.

"I know, I know," he said, looking down at the ground as he walked. "Just...let me get this out, okay? And then we can go from there. But feel free to interrupt with any questions, okay?"

I nodded my head. "Will do."

"I told you that my mom is a witch," he started. "We come from an ancient coven in Ireland. Some of them immigrated to the US during the infamous Irish Potato Famine, in the mid-1800's, and never left. They have these huge coven meetings every six months, where everyone from all over the world comes to Ireland for a week. My mom used to take me with her when she was alive. She started taking me when I turned seven, and she realized that I wasn't just a werewolf, but I was also a witch. She told me once that she knew it when I turned a bowl of broccoli into a piece of cake. It was almost unheard of to be both, because the werewolf gene is so dominant. Most werewolf/witch couplings produce offspring who are only werewolves. There's only a handful of who are both, and we're all from the same coven."

"I have to be honest," I told him. "I didn't even know that witches existed before I met you. I thought that was just a myth."

"So werewolves can exist, but witches can't?" He asked. He sounded offended. "You do know that most 'myths'" he used his hands to mate sarcastic quote marks in the air at my choice of words. "Are based on some actual facts, right?"

I held my hands up in surrender. "I wasn't trying to offend you, Isaac. I was just telling you what I thought before I met you. I already knew that I was wrong in thinking that."

He sighed and nodded his head. "I know. I'm sorry. I just tend to get real offended when people, especially other supernatural species, think that witches aren't real. In reality, witches created the rest of you. The first vampire was cursed by a witch to become one. The first banshee was a witch who was so deeply depressed that her husband cheated, that her powers changed. The first siren was a witch who was raped by an entire shipload of sailors. The first phoenix was a pet bird of a witch who couldn't stand the idea of his beloved pet dying, so he put a spell on the bird, so that every time it died, it would be reborn in fire. And if you know your species'  history, then you should also know that werewolves were created by witches."

"I...I didn't know that, actually."

"It took the entire coven for that one," he said, glancing at me, then back in front of him. "My coven, actually. That's why the only hybrids are from my coven."

"Why did they create werewolves in the first place?" I couldn't help but ask.

"It was, obviously, so long ago," he told me. "We're talking centuries upon centuries. But I can tell you what I've always been told. Like I said, my coven is from Ireland. They were close to a village of what our crone always called 'normal people,' so I assume regular humans. The village, for a reason that I either was never told, or just don't remember, started rounding up supernatural beings. Back then, it was more commonplace to know that supernatural beings existed, and who was what, I guess. Who knows. Anyway, when word got to the coven that they were coming for them next, they worked together to use their magic to create the werewolf gene. Then they used their magic again to infuse it into the three wells in the village. Everyone in the village was turned into a werewolf. After the first full moon, it was chaos. Everyone started to turn that night, and it got bad. When several villagers were killed by other villagers, they realized that what they were now, they could never live in the same place, so they scattered. To other places in Ireland, Scotland, England, France, Spain, and it just branched out from there. Any time one of them had a child, it was a werewolf, even if the other parent was human. And that's pretty much what I know of it."

I stopped walking and turned to stare at him. "Why do werewolves not know their own history?"

He shrugged as he stopped with me. "I guess they were ashamed of why they were created, and didn't want others to know, and it was lost after the first generation. Witches, however, they kind of carry that story as a badge of honor."

"Because they did it to save themselves." I said it as a statement, not a question.

"Exactly. They saved all of them. All of us , down their lines of descendants."

"That's....impressive, I guess," I told him.

"From what I've heard, it took a lot out of them," he said as we started walking again. "Magic can be great, but doing it sucks a lot of your energy out. The original coven who did the spell, they were never able to do any magic again. They were relieved when their children could, and it passed down their bloodlines. I think maybe they thought they had used up all of the magic their families would ever have."

"That's quite the story, Isaac," I told him.

"It is, but it's also not the story that I came out here to tell you," he said, glancing over at me.

"Right, sorry, I got us sidetracked."

"No, it's okay," he said with a smile.

"Do you still feel up for telling me that story now?" I asked him.

"I do," he said, nodding his head and glancing at me again. "And even if I didn't, you deserve to know."

"Why you don't want to be my mate?"

He nodded his head. "Not just yours, Namjoon, I don't want to be anybody's mate. And besides, you yourself said that you're straight, so why does it matter if I don't want to be your mate?"

"Because... the more time that I spend with you, I can tell why you're my mate, even if it was a shock at first. Because, now that we've met, my wolf is constantly howling in my head and yelling at me to go to you, and I can't live my whole life like that. Because..." I took a deep breath before I continued. "Because you are my mate, Isaac, my True Mate, even if you don't want to be. You can't really change that fact."

He shrugged at me. "Maybe I could do a spell. I can call some other witches I know, and even some werewolves. I can probably figure something out."

"So then I would just go through life mateless?" I asked with a frown.

"Maybe I can figure out a way to give you a new True Mate," he suggested. "A woman. Somebody you'll actually be attracted to."

I held up my hand for him to stop walking and turned to face him. "Who said that I wasn't attracted to you?"

"Uhhh...you said that you've never been into guys, so I just assumed."

"You shouldn't assume things without asking me how I feel, Isaac," I told him. "I don't think I realized it until you said that, but I am attracted to you."

"You..." He blinked at me a few times as what I said registered in both of our heads. "You are?"

"My wolf is yelling at me to kiss you right now, and I can't say that I'm opposed to the idea," I admitted.

He held both of his hands up in front of him as if he had to protect himself from me.

"No!" he said forcefully. "Absolutely not. If I can hear my wolf just from a few touches as I was bandaging you up, then a kiss might break down the walls of the spell completely."

"Would that be so bad?" I asked him. "We're True Mates, Isaac. That doesn't come around every day. Not everyone is lucky enough to find theirs, but we have."

"You don't know the reason, Namjoon," he said. He dropped his hands and took a step back from me like we needed more space between us. "Just...let me tell you, okay?"

I sighed and nodded my head. "Okay, tell me your story. Should we keep walking?"

He nodded. "I think that's best. It gives us something to do other than stare at each other."

"I don't mind staring at you," I told him.

"Namjoon...You're not making this any easier," he told me in a tone that sounded like I was in trouble.

"Maybe I don't want to." 

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A/N: Just out of curiosity, does anybody know how to do CPR on a Funko Pop? Can I do it myself? Or will my pinky break one of his ribs? Do I have to call in a Funko Pop medic?  JK, who is standing next to the passed out Hobi, seems unaffected by the situation, so I don't think that he's going to be any help. -------Kat