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Just by the look on the older ones face, Demrius decided not to go off on her. Instead she stood under the now luke warm water carefully searching for something, anything within these murky waters. Demrius didn't want to over step her boundaries, but she could clearly see that there was something going on.

" 'm sorry," Ezra mumbles dropping the sponge on the ground and taking a step back. She starting to rake her hands through her hair, messing up her perfectly braided hair that ran down the middle of her head. Ezra didn't bother to close the curtain, instead she just walked out into the locker room.

Demrius didn't know how she ended up in the locker room under the coliseum because of the blurred moments between this morning and right this very second. But she knew that Ezra had brought her here, even brought her a clean pair of clothes. Demrius slowly bent down to grab the sponge off the floor, rinsing it out in the water and then going to put soap on it.

She started to scrub her body, allowing the soap to do its job while the water ran down her back. The silence between the two was loud enough to where Demrius felt like she could hear Ezra's thoughts. She didn't want to pressure the older one into saying anything because Demrius assumed that Erza would shut down. She gave her the space she seemed to need because if she where in her position definitely would need it too.

Ezra was pacing back and forth whispering to herself in a different language. Her hands were shaking and her eyes were wide as saucers. The deep scar along her back felt like it was burning as memories started to flash across her eyes, clouding her vision. She felt her spirit stirring from within, begging her to transform and run away from this wretched place.

Why would Jimin bring back this punishment out of all of them? Why was he doing this? What was the point of this? Was he trying to prove something to his father, to the pack? Ezra felt her mind spinning that she eventually sat down on a bench just a few paces from the shower.

She listened to the water hit against the tiles, allowing the sound to be some kind of comfort for her. After Jimin declared the punishment, Ezra disassociated completely. She doesn't remember much between the time she was out in front of the town hall to now in the locker rooms when Demrius was yelling at her.

She kept trying to piece together whatever happened so that she could explain herself to the omega but nothing was coming out from it. Instead she just found herself replaying the same memories over and over again.

For years, Ezra had grown up with these horrendous punishments, even if they were called punishments to begin with. They where more like a death sentence to whomever got them. Celyn gave them out to anyone who defied his authority and it would strike fear within the pack. It was how he was able to hold such power and tyranny over the weak and the powerless. Since his death five years ago, Jimin hadn't given a single one of them out, not until today.

Countless wolves lost for innocent crimes just so that her father in law could make a statement, whatever the hell that statement was Ezra never wanted to find out. The ruling usually went as follows.

Celyn would turn into his spirit in front of the crowd watching. The one whom he gave the sentencing to would come out with heavy iron chains on their wrists and neck. Bounding their wolf spirit within themselves so that they wouldn't change when the battle began.

Obviously it was one sided because in mere minutes, Celyn would spill innocent blood. Sometimes Celyn would play with his victim. Allowing them to get a few strikes in and thinking they got the upper hand. Ezra always thought that he did this because he was a wolf hunting it's prey, but he did this because it was all a sick game to him.

After awhile, Ezra got sick of seeing the pools of blood, the games Celyn would play, and the countless wolves that would be lost to their sentencing. She opted to staying in her house during it, defying her leader because it was just too much. She knew that it would lead to a punishment but Ezra really didn't care.

Now that Jimin decided to bring these sentencings back, she had to sit through and watch them. She couldn't just escape to their house and wait it out like she use to do. Her people where watching her every movement now because she was his wife. Ezra didn't notice that she was crying until she felt the warmth of her tears streaking down her neck and onto her clothes.

She blinked a few of them away, bringing her right hand up to wipe her now stained cheeks. The locker rooms where quiet again which meant that Demrius was done with her shower. Ezra glances around the small area trying to find the omega. Eventually her eyes laid on her noting that she was standing there watching her.

" 'm sorry, i shouldn't be crying in front of my people." Ezra says slowly standing now and brushing her hands against her thighs.

"Why are you apologizing for having emotions?" Demrius asks pulling the black sweater over her body. Ezra smiled at how well the clothes fit the young one. She noted that they were the same size, considering that Ezra had given her a fresh pair of her own clothes from her closet. Scrunching her face, Ezra tilts her head a bit to the side. Curious as to why Demrius was asking her such a question.

"It's not right for an alpha to be showing emotions in front of their pack." She mentions crossing her arms over her chest. "It makes them look weak." She further explains chewing on the inside of her cheek afterwards. Demrius paused at the last part of Ezra's answer. She shook her head and letting out a heavy sigh.

"This pack already makes my skin crawl." She answers honestly her blue eyes darkening with emotion. "You don't have omegas work because apparently they're nothing more than just people who give birth and take care of children," her hand coming forward as she starts to list things off. "Suddenly alpha's aren't suppose to have emotion because it makes them look weak," then Demrius throws her hands up in the air. "What are you gonna tell me next, that men rule this society and women are suppose to submit and obey them?!" She cries out waving her hands to further show her emotions.

Ezra's lips thin and the color once again drains from her face. Demrius knew from the silence that was given to her that she hit the nail right on the damn coffin. In the heat of the moment Demrius let's out a high pitched yell that was high enough to be considered a scream. She throws a punch at the wall, cracking a few of the tiles. Ezra jumps a bit, never seeing an omega show this much aggression. It was almost as if Demrius was acting like an alpha.

"Do you know how sexist that is Ezra, c'mon man!" She says spinning around now to face the alpha. "You are more than just your rank, I am more than just my rank." She says walking towards the older one. "Omegas aren't some princess you hear in human tales that need saving from a prince. Women are toys for men to play with," she says waving her hands around to continue to prove her point. "You have emotions Ezra," she says bringing a hand out to place on her shoulder. "And just because you are an alpha that doesn't mean you have to be bottling them up in front of your pack."

Ezra blinks a few times wondering where this conversation was going. She shifts her weight, gently removing Demrius' hand from her shoulder. In doing so, Ezra takes a step back from her, trying to get some space between the two of them. "I am at the top of the ranking system," she mentions her eyes narrowing in a bit. "I am suppose to be a strong leader alongside my husband. I cannot be showing my pack -"

"Oh that's bullshit Ezra and you know it!" Demrius says throwing her hands up in the air. Ezra felt a surge of anger swell within her simply because Demrius had cut her off. No one that was of lower rank should be cutting any alpha off when they speak. "You and your husband aren't some cold mother fuckers that need to show their strength by not showing emotions." Demrius continues on her small rant session. "That message conveys to the pack that you guys don't have emotions which makes you guys harder to speak with." She takes a step back and takes her finger throughout her hair.

Whatever anger Ezra had seemed to simmer down just a bit as Demrius spoke. She listened closely to the young omega, noting that she was getting very heated about whatever laws where in place for the new pack that she arrived to.

"Showing emotions to your pack shows us that y'all are humans" she points out then literally pokes at Ezra's heart. "And not some robots who just go with the flow or whatever the hell you're trying to show us." Demrius says shaking her head and then sighing once again. Ezra doesn't say anything to Demrius because she doesn't know exactly what to say.

Never has an omega talk to her the way that Demrius is talking to her now. She doesn't know how to comprehend what was going on, or how she should navigate her way through it. Instead, Ezra stands there staring blankly at Demrius, expecting to her continue with her rant. But instead, Demrius shakes her head and takes a step back.

Then she turns herself to walk out of the locker room, leaving Ezra to process the one sided conversation that happened between the two of them.

~•~

The coliseum was packed this afternoon. Every single wolf in town was sitting side by side awaiting the sentencing of the two wolves from earlier. The air seemed all too tense for Jungkook's liking. The last time he had seen one of these was five years ago, and even then he didn't have much of a memory to it.

He knew that his sister didn't like watching any of these. Whenever Ezra didn't show up, he was worried that Celyn would come knocking on their door. The last thing he needed was for his sister to suffer the same fate that their father did but by Celyn's hands. At the thought of their father, a smile came across his face. Jungkook knew that if their father found out that his daughter was dating Celyn's son he would have a fit. Jungkook assumed that on their wedding day that his father was rolling in his grave.

Jungkook sat just a few rows above the small area that her sister was suppose to sit in. The closer the time came for the sentencing, the more worried Jungkook became for her. She hadn't shown up yet and if she was going to avoid it like she use to, Jungkook knew that she was going to get an earfull from Jimin.

The pack would whisper if Ezra didn't show up and whispers was something that no one could control, not even Jimin. Jungkook felt his right leg start to bounce the closer it got. He didn't even get to see his sister shortly after Jimin had announced what was going to go down. He was going to race up and help Demrius but by the time he got up there, both his sister and Demrius was gone.

"Jesus Jungkook," a small voice coming from besides him. Jungkook whipped his head to the side and let out a loud gasp. He wasn't expecting Seokjin to be standing there with his hands crossed over his chest. "I didn't expect you to be so wound up for one of these things." He mentions sliding into the seat besides him.

Jungkook rolled his eyes and stopped the bouncing of his leg. Instead he started to fiddle with his fingers in his lap, his teeth chewing on the inside of his lip. His eyes went back to the small area, taking a sigh of relief when he saw the bright red locks sitting in her normal seat and a new body was right beside her.

Jungkook's heart leapt in his body, his pupils dialating. Out of all the scents that were around him, Jungkook could point out Demrius' from anywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, Seokjin was still watching Jungkook and noticed his change demeanor.

A smug smile starting to spread across his features. "Well well well," he muses catching Jungkook's attention once again. "What do we have here huh?" He teases moving inwards wiggling his eyebrows. Jungkook pushes the delta out of his personal space and huffs at his teasing.

Seokjin laughs at his friend, tsking him and shaking his head. "I can't believe my eyes."

"Oh would you shut up Jin," Jungkook groans putting his hands in his face.

"What?" Seokjin muses cocking an eyebrow. "All of us, Hoseok included thought you where gonna die alone. Considering the fact that you were never interested in any one." Seokjin points out. "Even Tae didn't have any faith -"

"I get it I get it." Jungkook cuts the older one off and puffs his cheeks out. Seokjin makes a small sound in the back of his throat while he leans forwards to pinch the young beta's cheek. "This one is different,"

"That's what they all say" Seokjin teases rolling his eyes and moving his head back to the center of the ring. Before Jungkook could say anything Jimin came walking with just a pair of sweatpants on. Jungkook never understood why his leader wanted to be conservative in moments like these. He didn't need clothes when he switched into his primordial form, and even if he kept the sweat pants on as he was changing, the fabric would simply be torn to shreads.

Shortly after Jimin came out, the two deltas came out behind him. Large heavy iron chains wrapped around their wrists and neck. One held a sword and the other held nothing. Jungkook knew that sword wasn't going to do them any good. This was a literal death sentence, there was no hope for them to get out of here with their lives.

Facing the crowd in a loud voice Jimin listed their names, their crimes, and the punishment. An eerie silence fell over the crowd as it seemed as if everyone stopped breathing at the same time. Jungkook's eyes were on the two teenagers. He watched as one was shaking uncontrollably within the knees and the other seemed to hold his head high. Jungkook frowned, knowing that their fates were already sealed for them and there wasn't much of anything for them to do. Then Jimin took a few paces forward, crossing the middle of the round sand circle. He stripped from the sweat pants, tossing them to the side and then switching into his primordial form.

Jungkook's wolf stirred within him, making Jungkook's toes wiggle within his boots. He watched as Jimin let out a low growl, loud enough to send a small shiver spread down his spin and stop his wolf from stirring. Jimin turned around to face the deltas and in horror, Jungkook watched as the one on the right fell to his knees and started weeping.

His cries could be heard from where Jungkook was sitting, his heart reaching out towards the young one. Jimin waited for the bell to ring and charged forwards. The one with the sword charged towards Jimin, swinging his sword when his wolf came forward.

All Jungkook could do was watch as he was biting the inside of his cheek. Memories were flashing from all the times Celyn had done this and it seemed as if he could even see the ghost of Celyn right beside his son. The way Jimin fought the young delta was almost exactly like his father would.

This fight was already predetermined, but Jimin seemed to play with his victim. Allowing the young one to injure him with the sword and dragging the fight on. The other delta was still on his knees sobbing, not leaving his spot.

With one sweep of his paw, Jimin knocked the delta with the sword into the stone wall right below Jungkook. The wall cracked by the force of the blow, the sword clattering to the side. Jimin's attention turned towards the crying wolf, his teeth bared as he was slowly stalking him.

This was how wolves played with their food in the wild. He could foresee what Jimin was going to do and it made him sick to his stomach. The other delta was slowly getting to his feet, his knees wobbling and a streak of red coming from the top of his head.

Jungkook noticed that he wrapped an arm around his ribcage, noting that he more than likely had a few broken ribs. He also noticed that the delta was leaning against the sword as he used it to get up.

Suddenly the sobbing stopped and everyone held in their breaths again. Jungkook's head snapped up to see Jimin holding the sobbing delta's head in his jaw. Blood soaking his jawline, teeth and now the sand underneath the fallen body.

The next few moments went by a blur. A blood curdling scream could be heard from the crowd, Jungkook assuming it was the delta's mother. Then another scream, one of anguish and anger as the delta with the sword went charging as best as he could towards Jimin.

Jimin discarded the head to the side and charged forwards too. His paws crushing the body underneath him, teeth bared and a loud growl escaping them. Then suddenly it felt like everyone let out whatever breath of air they held in for themselves. Out of the corner of Jungkook's eye, Seokjin turned his head and closed his eyes.

Seokjin's face was filled with sadness and disgust. He hated just as much as Erza did. This sentencing was inhumane and clearly only to instill fear within the pack. It was silently saying

If you defy me you'll end up like this as well.

Jimin now stood naked in front of the crowd. He held the final delta's head by the hair and out in front of him. The body was lying within its own pool of bloody sand, the sword discarded and thrown to the side. Jimin's body was now littered in new scars, his face, hands and feet were as red as the blood spilling from the two bodies.

Then the head was tossed to the side and Jimin walked towards his sweat pants. He snatched them from the ground, the dust from the sand kicking up from the force of his grab. He then walked to the other side of the circle, entering in and leaving the pack to look down at the bloody scene in front of him.

Demrius was the first to stand, her hands shaking as she spun from her seat. Jungkook locked eye contact with her and his heart ached. Her normally pale skin was flushed with emotion, her bright blue eyes darkened with sadness and her cheeks stained with tears. She scowled in Jungkook's direction and turned to leave the coliseum.

Ezra was the second to stand, then the rest of the pack after her. Ezra moved in the same direction as Demrius, leaving Jungkook to watch as they left. Seokjin stood shortly after his hand reaching out and gently grasping Jungkook's shoulder.

Pulling him out of whatever thoughts he previously had. Jungkook shook his head turning to eye Seokjin. His skin seemed pale and his eyes were swimming with so much emotion, Jungkook couldn't point out a single one. Taking a deep breath Jungkook grabbed his jacket and swung it over his shoulder.

Ezra was the first one out of the three to make noise other than Yoongi. She took in a deep breath and exhaled rather loudly. This drew all of the attention on her as she left the living room to head into the kitchen. She raised her hand as if to silence anyone from speaking or even daring to ask her a simple question.

Funnily enough none of the men said a word as the room seemed to be filled with many mixed emotions. Amusement, shock, anger and probably more. Yoongi started hiccupping in place of his laughter and slowly started to rise from where he lied on the ground.

He made some idiotic comment mentioning how they were standing there like statues and something else but Jungkook didn't quite hear the rest of it due to the hiccups getting in the way of how he spoke. Instead of questioning him further, Jungkook's body started to move on it's own.

His foot steps could be heard as they crossed into the hallway by the front doorway. The tile floor creeking as he put his weight on it. Somewhere behind him he could hear Jimin asking him a question but Jungkook seemed to brush it off. He still felt the tingles of anger pulsing through his veins and needed to get fresh air.

Jimin went to ask Jungkook the question again, or even demand that the wolf stop moving. But before he could get any words out, his wife shot him an icy glare from the kitchen that immediately shut Jimin up. Instead he turned around to head into the master bedroom, leaving Yoongi and Erza to fend for themselves.

Tonight there were too many emotions that were played and most everyone had enough of one another's bullshit.

~*~

Once a month every able-bodied wolf that was older than eighteen had to meet at the center of the town to have their pack meeting. If was where new laws were discussed, news of mankind and what they were up to, along with anything else that needed to be brought up.

Ironically today was that day and Jimin had to some how bring it up to the pack that there was a new wolf joining them and with very little information on who this wolf was and what this wolf wanted. He had already gathered as much intel as he possibly could about Demrius and why she ran away - more so was forced to relocate.

But that didn't stop him from being skeptical of her intentions due to the out burst of anger she showed the other night. Jimin knew that if she where to show that kind of emotion again in front of the pack his authority would be put into question and that was a headache in which Jimin didn't want to deal with.

Ezra was already at the center of the town and didn't wait up for her husband. She had other duties to perform and one of them was making sure that their new visitor was informed of the pack meeting. However when she went to go get the omega, she wasn't in the hotel room that she assumed she would be in.

Ezra had just assumed that Demrius would go and find someplace to stay the night and assumed that she would end up staying in the only lodging that was available to her. Come to find out that the hard headed omega ended up staying outside in her primordial form in the forest that was just on the outskirts of town.

How Demrius ended up finding herself in the center of town was by some wolves finding her sunbathing in the afternoon and they weren't too pleased having to interact with the wayward wolf. No one had informed either of the alphas in town that Demrius was taken by these wolves and chained up to a pole in the center of the town.

Whomever did this was going to have to answer to Jimin and answer to his judgement because this was completely outta line, even for their pack. Then again, Jimin hadn't announced yet to the pack that there would be a new wolf joining so it wasn't completely out of line for the wolves to react to this in this type of manner.

"Who did this?" Ezra asked as she first stepped in on the scene. Demrius' hands were clasped behind her back by iron chains. She was twisting and turning her body, her feet digging deep into the soil beneath her. Ezra could tell that Demrius was trying to escape for awhile due to the heavy indents in the dirt below her and how her body was covered in sweat.

Demrius' body stopped it's twisting and turning as she then glanced up at Ezra walking towards her. She let out a sound almost like a growl and her eyes glowed with anger. "Those two bastards standing there with a smug ass look on their faces." She spits jabbing her head in the two wolves directions. Ezra stops dead in her tracts to look at the wolves in which Demrius was talking about.

She raises an eyebrow, noting that the two where indeed standing there looking proud. Almost as if they had caught a hunter and wanted to show off their pride. Both of them look younger than Demrius and they were probably in their young adolescence stages.

They seemed to hold themselves high with the "bounty" in which they had provided for the pack. Before the omega could get another word out, these wolves were already talking to Ezra like she was the pack leader. Explaining to her how they came across the young girl and knocked her unconscious and tied her up.

They wanted to do it for not only the safety of the pack but also because they had no idea what she was capable of considering that Demrius out right attacked them. Then again, Ezra wasn't surprised that Demrius was acting out in self defense. How the wolves were describing it sounded like they came up behind her and spooked her.

Ezra could feel a headache start to form in the back of her mind. Considering that these wolves out right attacked her brother's soon to be mate (which it wasn't official yet because he hadn't marked her) and thought that they were doing the right thing by dragging her into town, tying her up with no clothes on, and allowing Demrius to make a fool out of herself was out right disgusting.

And yet, she knew that her husband was going to be slightly pleased with the outcome of the situation because she knew that his pride and ego were shot the day before with how Demrius spoke to him. She hoped that his judgement of the day before wouldn't get in the way of his judgement that needed to be passed on today.

Not only that but this all came a horrible time considering that they had just found the woman not to long ago and were just about to make the announcement for the pack. This mess that started just a few days ago seemed to grow larger by the second and there seemed to be nothing to start the snowball from rolling.

Ezra put her hand up to silence the young ones and brought it back to her forehead where she started rubbing her temples. "For the love of god, can someone please get her a blanket." She says not bothering you open her eyes and look at the crowd. "Now please because this wolf here is our honored guest that -"

"That will be joining our pack." Jimin's voice could be heard from the back of the crowd. An eerie silence fell over the crowd as they started to make a path for Jimin to walk down. Yoongi wasn't here today and Ezra immediately noticed it considering that the only person walking with Jimin was Namjoon.

Yoongi was a hit or miss to these meetings because of his psychic abilities that caused him to be bed ridden most if not all of the time. So it wasn't too surprising to note that he wasn't going to be showing up to this meeting, however what was surprising was Namjoon's appearance.

Normally, Namjoon would've been hidden away in the library drafting up any and all plans for the new laws that would be set in stone and any other behind the scene paperwork that needed to be done considering Jimin had already approved of most of everything he discussed at these meetings.

Namjoon awkwardly carried some fabric in his hands for the omega to cover herself up with. He seemed to want to leave the meeting and be alone in the comfort of the library just by how he held himself. It seemed as if he was silently begging to be allowed to leave as his eyes were everywhere but his leader that was walking nonchalantly through the crowd.

Jimin stopped dead in his tracks in front of the two who brought this upon themselves. His eyes seemed to glow a bright yellow as he tried to make himself bigger by tapping into his wolf spirit without changing his form.

Even in their human forms, the two wolves started to cower in fear at the intense gaze of their leader. Whatever smug remarks they held was wiped clean from their faces and they wouldn't dare lock eye contact with the alpha.

Namjoon kept walking, although Ezra could tell that Jimin's glower could be felt to the entire crowd and it seemed as they they now were all afraid of what could possibly happen next. Ezra found herself walking closer to Demrius who stopped trashing around all together and sat there quietly whimpering to herself.

Namjoon didn't think twice about it and threw the piece of fabric over her body to cover her nude figure. He kept his back turned towards the crowd as another way of protecting her in anyway that he could.

"Now, why did you do what you did?" Jimin asked his eyes never leaving them.

They didn't answer his question, that was their first mistake. Jimin tsks, closing his eyes and shaking his head. Ezra knew by looking at her husband that she wasn't looking at the man she fell in love with oh no. She was looking at the alpha whom Celyn had built from years of abuse and neglect.

The perfect alpha who was uncaring, unforgiving, and most of all - a tyrant. Ezra's hands began to shake as the large scar on her back side started to burn against her skin. The scar in which Jimin had left her so many years ago when they were fighting for who was to become pack leader.

Jimin brought his hands up and gripped the two wolves by the collar of their shirts. He lifted them slightly off the ground his face growing darker as he did so. In this state Ezra knew she couldn't do anything nor could she talk him out of it. Instead, she had to watch her husband take his wrath out on those who simply deserved a punishment that would fit the crime.

"When I ask you a question you answer it," Jimin starts shaking his head his grip tightening. "But since it seems as if your tongues have been cut out, I will go ahead and answer it for you okay?" His tone was almost cheerful, like he was enjoying himself.

The two wolves side eye each other then back at Jimin. Trying their hardest to shake their head and speak but nothing seemed to come out. Instead, Jimin let out a bored sigh and dropped them and clapped his hands. "You went ahead and did this because you thought you where defending the pack," he starts his hands coming to lock themselves behind his back. "Indeed, a very admirable action" he muses slightly chuckling to himself. "However, you where unaware of the consequences of your actions and what this could imply no?"

Another hypothetical statement that would go unanswered. "Instead of playing the roles in which you were meant to play, you decided to play alpha and humiliate her and yourselves. You are deltas," Jimin spits his eyes now as bright as the yellow color of his wolf's. "You are to report your findings to a beta who is suppose to report to alpha's. You are to not engage on your own without the proper chain of command. She was not harming our pack so why did you take it into your own hands to make up the rules?"

Jimin was now walking around them, almost as if he was stalking his prey waiting for it to make another mistake. He was playing with his food, taunting, intimidating, and down right terrifying.

"We were doing what we thought was right sir." That was their final mistake. No one spoke when Jimin was speaking, let alone try and defend themselves without given the permission to speak. Jimin stopped dead in his tracks, right behind the wolf who decided to speak. At the same time everyone's breathing stopped and the wolf's friend turned his head to look at the one who interrupted Jimin.

Ezra couldn't see the looks on their faces but she could feel that the second wolf was giving the first wolf an expression that was mixed with "what the hell are you doing?!" And despare.

Jimin's foot came up from the ground and slammed into the first wolf's back, knocking him further on the ground than he already was. Ezra flinched at the sound of bones crunching her mouth filling with the taste of bile.

"What you were doing wasn't right in the slightest way. What you were doing was out right idiotic and pathetic." Jimin growled digging his foot deeper into the man's back. "You know the rules, you know the law yet you blatantly disregarded what we hold to be sacred." Jimin kicked the first wolf in the side sending him tumbling in the dirt while he started to stalk towards him declaring their punishment as he went.

"And for that both of you will be in the coliseum at dawn chained to iron bindings," Ezra sucked in her breath as she knew what was coming next. This type of punishment hadn't been preformed in over seven years since his father's death because of how brutal they were.

Yoongi lumbered over towards the kitchen table and pulled out a chair to swung his feet onto the table. His hands came out and went behind his head while he was still staring in Jimin’s direction. Jimin was watching them in disgust as they clearly decided that his house was apparently their place to live now. Unfourantly, this was a daily occurrence for the young alpha.

“Please explain to me again why you’re here Yoongi,” Jimin exasperates moving towards him since there was no point standing in front of the bathroom door. Even if he did, Ezra would more than likely slam the door on him with no regrets. Plus there was no reason for him to be eavesdropping in the first place. If he stood there any longer that slam to the face would be on him, no one else. So he decided to deal with the problem that was right in front of him. Yoongi and Jungkook acting like they own the place. Although he was used to it, he never enjoyed it. It was like two little pests running around doing whatever they pleased just to annoy him. There had to be some way for him to get them to get out of his house because he wanted to be alone with his wife. Yet, he would have to figure out a way to get Demrius out from his place without getting his ass beat by Ezra.

Yoongi was just about to answer Jimin when Jungkook stood in Jimin's line of vision. “Um Jimin,” Jungkook mentions taking a bite of his sandwich. “There’s someone at the door for you. They seem kinda frantic.” This certainly peaked Jimin's attention. For now, he was going to avoid the problem at hand and go and try and fix this one. He was hoping that whoever was at his door wouldn't be as annoying as the two idiots currently residing in the kitchen. He glances over at Yoongi once again, hoping that he would get some sort of auditory answer out of him. Instead, Yoongi gave him a smug smile and slid further down in his seat. Jimin exasperatedly sighed at the young beta. Jungkook brushed past him taking another large bite of his sandwich, which made Jimin internally gag at the sight.

Once reaching the front door a woman about the same height as Demrius stood twiddling her fingers in front of her. Her short curly black hair swayed slightly due to the light breeze coming from the right. Her big brown eyes filled with any and every emotion under the category of “worry.” She had dark inkings up and down her left arm, some of which Jimin could easily identify due to moonlight hitting her pale skin. He also noticed she had a dusting of freckles along her cheeks and he could tell that she was flustered by his presents. Jimin cocked his eyebrow in her direction and watched as she got uncomfortable around him. He was used to this though, considering the fact that most everyone seemed to be afraid of him. Maybe it was because he was the leader, or maybe it was because of his terrible father. Jimin couldn’t really tell, nor did it really matter to him. He didn’t consider anyone other than his mate and his other friend who was the same rank as him to be his equal.

Watching her closely, Jimin noticed that she seemed to be too preoccupied with her fingers and shifting her weight back and forth on each foot. He cocked his head a bit to the side, curious as to why she had all this nervous energy, but then quickly tossed it aside. Clearing his throat to grab her attention, Jimin folds his arms over his chest and stands tall. She finally locked eye contact with him and he gave a smirk in her direction. Oh, this will be fun. He muses to himself then leans his body against the railing of his front door.

"May I help you?" he questions the wolf in front of him. At the sound of his voice, she shivered slightly, their eye contact enviably breaking. She went back to twiddling her fingers away and shifting her weight again. Their silence was enough to make him uncomfortable and impatient. He wanted to know what was bothering her so much and why she asked for him. He wasn't exactly pleased with how she was reacting to him, but it was what he had to face for now. Jimin took a small breath in and as he did, he finally figured out what her rank was.

You see, wolves were able to tell someone's rank just by the scent that they gave off.  For instance, omegas had a flowery accent to them. It was almost like walking into a field of flowers with a hint of sweet candy twisted within. Another example was deltas, they smelt like fresh rain hitting the earth it was almost addictive. Of course, it was obvious to the regular wolf but completely undetected to their counterparts.

"I saw someone climb into your house," the young delta spoke meekly. This pulled Jimin out of whatever daydream he started to develop during their silence. She once again shifted her weight onto one side her head tilting to the side as she still didn't lock eye contact with Jimin. Her voice breaking their silence was what brought Jimin out of his thoughts instantly and brought his attention back towards what was in front of him. He lets out a small sigh of relief glad it wasn't something that was in dire need of his attention.

"You must've saw Yoongi," Jimin mentions watching as the woman's cheeks burned a darker red. "It happens on a daily basis," he continues pushing off the doorway to stand upright once again. "Don't worry, he only does it when I'm -"

"Are you talking shit about me again Jimin?" Yoongi asks in his infamous singsong voice. Jimin clicks his tongue at his ridiculous question his eyes rolling and his demeanor completely changing. Jimin tries to look over his shoulder but was only greeted by Yoongi wrapping his arm around him and hugging him close. Of course, Yoongi had to butt his head in whenever he heard his name, it was his specialty. He should have been used to it by now.....but he wasn't by a long shot. Just before Jimin could answer his friend, Yoongi stiffened. This was new, maybe even something that Jimin would keep to hold against Yoongi at a later time.

The two wolves locked eye contact with each other and seemed to be caught in a daze. Jimin knew that look on anyone, he could tell it from a mile away. It was the same look that Ezra gave him when they first laid eyes on each other realzing that they were destined to be together. Once again Jimin cleared his throat in front of them, trying to break their silence to move the conversation along per usual.

"I'm sorry," Jimin starts. "I didn't catch your name, what was it?"

"Kaelan," her name falling from her lips effortlessly. "My name is Kaelan and I should be apologizing to you," she says tearing her eyes from Yoongi. It seemed to bother her that she had to look away, it was written all over her face. Whatever nervous energy she had before seemed to vanish in thin air as they continued their conversation. "I wanted to make sure you were aware of someone potentially breaking in, I apologize for bothering you so late at night," she rushes out her fingers moving at a faster pace now.  She peeked over at Yoongi again her cheeks grew darker in color. "I should be going -"

"Wait let me come with you," Yoongi rushed stumbling out from behind Jimin. "Let me walk you home? It is pretty dark out, I -"

"No no, it's fine," she says putting her hands out in front of her. "I understand your concern and I appreciate it," she says taking a step back. She peaks over Yoongi to catch Jimin's attention so she could say her goodbyes. She gives a small wave and then dismisses Yoongi's final attempt to walk her home. Kaelan takes a few steps backward then turns around to hurriedly walk away. Yoongi slumps his shoulders at her departer and Jimin could almost picture what his facial expression was. This was something that Jimin was going to keep locked in his memories so that he could harass his friend at a later date. He wanted to share this information with Jungkook but soon realized that he couldn't do that.

The young beta seemed to have his attention drawn towards the omega who was trying her best not to look at him. Instead, Demrius' attention was directed towards Jimin as drew closer to them. It suddenly clicked for the alpha to realize that Jungkook and Demrius shared the same experience that he witnessed just seconds ago with Yoongi. Jimin groans rolling his head back at the thought that his house was becoming the next mating season and he didn't have any control over it. Because Jungkook couldn't get Demrius' attention he seemed to focus now on starting a conversation up with his sibling. Jimin was somewhat envious of the relationship that Ezra and Jungkook shared. Mostly because Jimin didn't know what it was like to have a sibling, he was an only child. He later found out it Celyn wanted to keep it that way because of his perverse way of looking at the "perfect alpha male".

"When can I start working?" Demrius asks leaning back onto the armrest of their couch. This question seemed to stop the working energy in the room abruptly. All eyes turned on Demrius as everyone was curious as to what she was asking. Ezra clears her throat before proceeding with caution.

"What do you mean working?" she pokes shifting her weight towards Demrius to give her her full attention. Demrius' face scrunched as this was the first time the omega had ever been questioned about working. She puckers her lips in thought her eyebrows coming together while she was trying to find the right words to respond with. The only sound in the room was the sound of Jimin's feet padding against the wooden floor towards one of the chairs nestled in the corner of the living room.  Jimin was halfway there when Demrius finally responded to Ezra's burning question.

"You know, like helping around in a coffee shop," she mentions sticking her index finger up and out. She tilts her head a bit to the side smiling a little bit. "Where can I get an application, or even when I can talk to someone so I could start to make some cash," she says nodding her head triumphantly. Jimin paused midstance at her answer and spun on his heels to face her. Wherever did she get this idiotic idea that omegas could work?

"You must be mistaken," Jimin starts watching Demrius' smile start to fade. "Omega's don't work in coffee shops, let alone own anything," he pauses for a brief second. "They raise the children, or at least the very little ones." he continues. "I've never heard of an omega working in a coffee shop, or anywhere else other than childcare." He finishes noting that Demrius' eyes seemed to grow dark in frustration. At this, he turns to silently ask his wife he had done anything wrong. Ezra glanced in Jimin's direction for a brief second, her own face contorted with a mixture of emotions. He could tell that the gears were running because she did that little thing that was pressing her tongue to the inside of her cheek.

"You've got to be kidding me." Demrius angrily responded narrowing her eyes at Jimin. "Of course omega's work in coffee shops. We're not your maids, let alone your damn baby sitters." she says emphasizing her disgust on the word "baby sitters" and "maids". "We mean so much more to our pack than just some lonely damsels in distress." she points out noting that the tension in the room was starting to rise once again. He could feel the blood in his veins starting to boil and the tips of his ears start to warm up. Jimin felt his heart start to pick up speed in his chest as his adrenaline start to intertwine with his anger. He took small breaths in and exhaled rather loudly through his nostrils, the expression going from confused to anger the more he heard Demrius speak.

She went on about how omegas should be treated and how they were much more than their ranks. Her voice was littered with disgust and frustration as she started to point out the flaws in what Jimin had answered her with. His vision started to turn a little blurry as his emotions were beginning to take over, along with his wolf spirit-stirring inside him. Ezra could notice the shift in energy within the room due to Jimin's anger rising. She watched her mate's eyes flicker from their normal brown to the bright yellow of his wolf. A sign that if something or someone didn't shut Demrius up, something bad would happen.

Jimin wasn't the only one who started to get bothered by the unsettling tensions. Jungkook watched Jimin begin to stalk towards Demrius, his own wolf stirring inside. He felt his heart rapidly pound against his ribcage, his palms starting to get sweaty with anticipation. As Demrius continued her rant and Jimin grew closer, Jungkook acted on his instincts. In a split second, he was standing in between his leader and in front of the omega with his teeth bared. Just seconds ago, Jungkook and Demrius locked eye contact with each other. They both watched as their worlds collided and everything started to make sense in the universe. It was like their red string of fate was tying them together and this craving, this feeling of emptiness inside of them vanished.

As cheesy as it might sound, that's how it felt to them. They knew they were meant to be together, that the fates had dictated that they were soulmates. Therefore, Jungkook felt the need to protect his mate from his leader. He felt the need to stand guard and not let her get harmed in any way because if she did, Jungkook didn't know what he would do with himself. So he stood, teeth bared like a wolf a low growl bubbling up from deep inside. Seconds later Ezra stood trying to get between her brother and her husband while Demrius went quiet on the couch. Yoongi suddenly appeared beside the young omega chuckling a bit to himself.

"You might want to be careful with what you say around him," he muses leaning his body against the armrest. Demrius jumps, suddenly aware that there was another person besides her. She shifts her body on the couch, facing Yoongi now with the same expression she wore earlier.

"I should be able to express myself and my feelings how I want to," she answers in the same low tone that Yoongi used with her. This made the beta laugh quietly shaking his head. He turns his brown eyes bright with amusement as they were blocking out whatever the hell was in front of them.

"That's like signing away your death certificate Dem, can I call you that?" he questions laughing a bit at the startled reaction Demrius gave to him. Demrius huffs again now shifting herself onto the couch once again crossing her arms over her chest. What was wrong with expressing herself? That's exactly what she was taught back in her pack. She was taught to openly discuss her opinions and to debate with other wolves. She was taught to have peaceful conversations about things that upset her within her pack and hopefully get her leader to change the laws or fix the issue.

"No, you may not call me Dem." She responds quickly her tone still the same as before. "I should be able to have a conversation, a peaceful conversation with my pack leader. I should be able to voice my opinions about how great or awful my pack is to my leader. However they respond is not my problem," she answers pushing herself up off the couch now and glaring towards Jimin. Yoongi watches her closely amused by how she was reacting to all of this.  Yoongi had to admit to himself that he was not only surprised by this omega but slightly impressed by how ballsy she was with Jimin. He hadn't seen anyone other than Ezra give him this much attitude.

"I'm assuming by how Jungkook reacted he's your -" Yoongi starts by Demrius quickly cuts him off by turning her glare towards him.

"Please," Demrius sneers shifting her weight onto one side. "I've fought alpha's bigger and stronger than he could ever be. Do not test me puppy." she taunts turning to walk away from the small crowd gathered in the living room. Jimin flares his nostrils baring his teeth now as he tries to make a move for Demrius. Quickly, Ezra jumps in between Jungkook and Jimin, placing her hands on her husband's chest as she tries to stop him from doing something he would later regret. Jungkook stares in awe after Demrius and contemplates sticking around for the aftermath. He starts to head in her direction only to pause at the small island that was in his sister's kitchen. Demrius pauses as well too, feeling Jungkook's presence.

She looks over her shoulder, huffing at the young beta. "Don't you even think about following me you damn mutt," she warns. "I'm not some princess that needs saving. Do not do that again." then leaves by taking a few strides forward into the darkness of the night. Silence fell over them once again but it didn't last for too long. A low chuckle started from behind Jungkook and it only grew louder as Yoongi rolled onto his back.

Slowly turning, Jungkook examined the hysterically laughing beta on the floor. Yoongi's hat was thrown to the side as both arms were wrapped around his stomach. He turned to the side curling up in a ball while his laughing continued to ring through the house. Jungkook couldn't understand what was so amusing to him. Demrius almost got her head ripped off, Jimin was still seething in his anger and Ezra was blatantly confused. Jungkook folds his arms over his chest due to this weird feeling that started to fester inside of him. He couldn't quite pin it or even name it, but it certainly wasn't anger. It wasn't shame or disgust, maybe he was getting offended...or even a bit defensive.

"I haven't laughed like that in years,"  Yoongi muses wiping a few tears from his eyes. "God I needed that. Thank you for that," he says chuckling a bit then slowly sitting upwards once again. Jimin glares down at his friend, his stare intense as his anger was only flued by Yoongi's recent laughter.

"What's so fucking funny?" Jimin bites noticing that Yoongi was still recovering from his fit of laughter was small bursts of giggles here and there. A loud hic was soon released from Yoongi's mouth because he began to develop hiccups from his laughing fits.

Jimin had adopted a few habits after the tragic end of his parents' lives. One of them being that he often chewed on anything that was around him. For example his fingernails, the other being the inside of his cheek or even his lips. He dismissed it as a nervous tick, something that wasn't going to impact him in the long run. Nonetheless, he realized that it was doing him more harm and the habit being a helpful mechanism. Since it was an action done unconsciously, Jimin often caught in the midst of doing it. When he came to, he was intensely staring at the woman in the bathtub and his middle finger was in his mouth. Demrius was looking at her fingers in the tub, the water stained red with blood as she sat there trying not to look up at the alphas in the room. The energy was tense and it seemed like it was only going to worsen if she spoke up.

Ezra on the other hand was sitting beside the tub. Her hands were wet with small patches of blood covering her fingers and parts of her forearm. Her gaze was directed towards Demrius as her face was stern. It seemed as if she wanted the young girl to speak up and explain the situation as best as possible. Therefore, she kept her gaze on her. Jimin blinked a couple of times as he was coming back to the world of the living. He removes his middle finger from his mouth only to cross his arms over his bare chest. He turns his head to the side, trying to be decent because Demrius was naked in front of him.

Their bathroom was quite large compared to others in the pack. Small blue paintings of wolves chasing each other were decorating the white tiles that lined the walls. The floor and countertops were white marble that seemed to sparkle when the light hit them. The bathtub sat in the far right corner of the room while the shower sat right beside it. Why they needed two, Jimin couldn't tell you the answer. It was Ezra's choice, after all, considering she was the one who made the floor plans for their bathroom. Jimin was leaning against the countertop connected to his bathroom sink. Another decision Ezra had made was for both of them to have separate sinks for each other.

Ezra had grumbled about not wanting to clean up after Jimin whenever he shaved. She also didn't want her sink getting clogged with his hair. He wasn't opposed to the idea and mentioned that she could do whatever she wanted to with the bathroom. His black hair was pushed out of his face and he wore black joggers that hung by his hips. He wasn't wearing a shirt or socks because he didn't think that those were necessary either.

"You know Yoongi is going to have to get involved at some point," Jimin mentions, finally breaking their silence. Min Yoongi, a young and brilliant beta, was the town's seer. Or at least many of the town people would consider him a seer due to his family's curse. Almost seven generations ago, Yoongi's grandfather, the great and powerful Eun, had gotten into trouble with a coven of witches. For centuries wolves and witches, much like wolves and mankind, had beef with each other. However, witches were far more harmful to wolves than mankind ever was to them. Many witches would hire hunters, who were regular humans, to track down wolves that got in their way or double-crossed them. Sometimes even, covens of witches would place horrendous curses on a wolf or even their pack just for the mere humor of it all.

Eun had so happened to fall into that category. When Yoongi was explaining all of this to Jimin, he didn't go into much detail about what his grandfather did. All he mentioned was that his grandfather had double-crossed a witch, and now, the youngest child of each Min descendant would have to bear this curse. What their family curse entailed was that anyone who bore it saw the future.  This would drive those to go mad and sometimes even end their lives. Yoongi so happened to be the youngest of his family, so the curse lived on. The best way that Yoongi described it to Jimin was that he was like the oracle of Delphi. The visions would come randomly, sometimes even in his sleep. He would stop whatever he was doing, and his eyes would glow a bright yellow. Similar to the color of snakes' eyes. Yoongi would often start mumbling random words, phrases, or even numbers. No one around him understood what was going on until he would go back to normal. The entire process lasted a few seconds, yet it felt longer than that.  

Jimin was still confused by the entire process himself. He couldn't wrap his head around what was going on in the beta's mind because his friend didn't know how to explain it well. What he understood was that Yoongi saw small bits of the future. He said it was like a movie playing in his mind and the words or numbers that came out of his mouth were like he was trying to retell the story as it was happening.

"Yoongi is not stepping foot into my house," Ezra grumbles, turning her body away from the bathtub to look at her husband now. Her green eyes darkened with rage at the mention of Yoongi's name. Ezra and Yoongi were friendenemies.  They were always bickering about something and getting on each other's nerves. Ezra seemed genuinely annoyed when Yoongi came around and Yoongi loved to pick fights with her. Jimin was often caught in the middle of this war with them. "I'd much rather have Namjoon get involved that that stupid idiot," she grumbles, crossing her arms over her chest.

Namjoon was Jimin's second in command. He was a little older than Jimin and knew their pack's history more than Jimin did himself. Namjoon was someone who often read up on anything and everything that they had. He was always poking his nose in a book at any given time and always knew the best answer and route to whatever problem that they had. Jimin also picked Namjoon because they were close friends, however not as close as he was with Taehyung. He too was a beta like his friend Yoongi. However, Namjoon's family had just recently joined their pack. Jimin had only known him since he was a teen. It was normal for wolves that were seeking refuge or weren't in a pack to join others. Simply for the reason of being a wolf outside of a pack was dangerous. Especially if one was alone. Wolves needed to stick together, at least that was what wolf law demanded from every pack. These bonds that wolves shared was stronger than anything else in the world.

"Aw c'mon, Ezzy, you know I'm fun to be around~" Yoongi coos sticking his head in through the window. The three of them quickly turned their attention towards where the noise was coming from. Yoongi was already making his entrance as he was halfway in. He tumbles forwards, then quickly jumping on his feet. He stands beside the toilet, his hands quickly stuffing themselves into his pockets. Today he wore something light as the summer heat was dying down.

Black jeans that were ripped at his knees and a long baggy white shirt with a blue windbreaker wrapped around his torso. He dyed his hair mint green and wore it in messy curls that covered his ears and hung just below his jawline. It had been a couple of months since he dyed his hair, so his roots were coming in and the mint had faded just a little. His bright brown eyes fixed on Ezra as he was bouncing back and forth on the soles of his feet. Suddenly, his eyes widened as he remembered something and bent down to grab his black beanie that sat at the base of the tub.

"What are you doing in my bathroom, let alone breaking in and entering," Ezra growls shifting herself from off the ground.

"If I was breaking in and entering, you two wouldn't be home," Yoongi mentions waggling his eyebrows at them and proceeding to shut the lid on the toilet so that he could sit down. "I'm simply visiting the two of you because I knew you'd be talking shit about me." he muses, crossing his legs at the knee and leaning back against the toilet. "And I was right," he says in a sing-song voice closing his eyes and placing his hand on his chest. Yoongi once again was being overly dramatic, something that he did often just to piss Ezra off. "I had to make sure that dear old Demrius wasn't hearing your heatheness lies about me."

That made Ezra pause in her fit of anger. This perked Jimin's interest as well, considering that none of them had told Yoongi Demrius' name. Before Ezra could say anything, the hand that was previously on his chest came out and he made the motion of telling Ezra to shut up by sticking his index finger up and towards her. "You seem to forget about my curse all the time Ezzy-wezzy~," He says in a mocking tone. The corners of his lips curving up in a shit-eating grin as Ezra's nostrils flared at the annoying nicknames he continued to use with her. "I'd known about her this whole time; I just didn't think that the information was vital, so I didn't share it," he says, shifting his position on the toilet for the second time now, his attention drawn towards the young girl in the bathtub.

Demrius still didn't face them. Her eyes were focused on her hands in the water. Jimin noticed that she was starting to get uncomfortable just by how her body trembled, and her cheeks were flushed. He knew that this small circus that was around her must've been overwhelming, considering that she had just lost her parents. Their scent still on her body and masking her own. He still didn't know if she was human or if she was something else. He wanted to figure this out soon enough, considering that if Namjoon got ahold of this information, his head would be torn off. Another thing about Namjoon that seemed to irk Jimin was that he played by the rules. There were somethings that he let slide, but some he did not at all—one of them being that no humans were ever to set foot into wolf territory, especially within the confound of their villages.

"Get out of my house," Ezra demands, moving closer to Yoongi. It was then that Jimin interfered with the war that started in his bathroom. He reaches out to grasp Ezra by the wrist, pulling her close to him. Or at least he attempted to pull her close. He didn't want more blood spilled today because he didn't want to smell it further. It brought back painful memories that he tried to hide, yet they kept surfacing at the worst times.

"Please just stop fighting." Jimin sighs. "We have company, and the last thing I want is someone else to die." He grumbles. The mention of death made Demrius shift uneasily in the water. Jimin noticed this and pushed himself off the counter. In just two strides, he was already by the edge of the tub, Ezra close behind him. He stares down at the top of Demrius' head, trying to focus his eyes on a spot that would hopefully not make her even more uncomfortable than she already was. "I need to know this information," Jimin starts pausing for a split second as he was trying to figure out what words he wanted to use with her. "What are you?"

"I think that's a little rude to ask," Yoongi says, moving back to his lounging position on the toilet.

"Shuddup." Ezra snaps, making Jimin sigh heavily. He bends down so that now he was eye to eye with Demrius. Although she wasn't holding his gaze, Demrius could feel Jimin's intense stare. She also felt like she had to submit to him in all ways. It was something that she hated about being an omega. Omegas and alphas were born for one another, it seemed. It was like any alpha that came her way; she was compelled to submit to and worship the land that he walked upon. It disgusted her more than anything.

"What are -"

"I'm a wolf if that is what you're asking," Demrius says, cutting him off. Jimin was taken aback by this, considering that no one was that bold to stand up for themselves in front of him. He had gotten used to everyone cowering in his presents. The only thing that Demrius had known about Jimin was that he was an alpha. She didn't have to guess it second either. It was the way that he held himself and the disgusting scent that came off of him. She hated the way that alphas smelled, but most of all, she hated the way that they held themselves. Many of them were arrogant and stuck up. Some even were so power-hungry that it immediately went to their heads. If she weren't at the bottom of the barrel and had the same ranking as an alpha, she wished that could beat some sense into them.

Just like when he saw her with her dead parents, Jimin could feel a small ball of rage coming from in the pits of his stomach. His expression changed, darkened even as he stared at this wolf in front of him. Everything in his being wanted to snatch her out of the tub and teach her a lesson for cutting him off. His right eye twitched as he stared at her, his anger swelling further as they sat in silence. Ezra could feel the tension beginning to rise between the two and felt that it was probably the best time for her to pull her husband out of this situation. She knew how Jimin got when he was angry, and she had felt his wrath more than once in her lifetime.

See, Jimin had two different personalities; it seemed like. One was a lot like his mother, and the other, the other was darker. Something corrupt and dangerous to be around. It was like a living nightmare had awoken whenever Jimin went into this state. He became far more aggressive, bloodthirsty, and vicious. This other personality or side to him was not someone that she loved. No, it was that she feared. Ezra shifted her gaze towards Yoongi, both of them looking at each other with concern in their eyes. Everyone knew the two sides to Jimin, and that's why they cowered in fear because he was a living, breathing memory of his father.

"An omega, to be exact." Demrius finishes, finally turning to look at Jimin. She narrows her eyes at his intense gaze, her instincts telling her to cower in front of him. Nonetheless, that was not what her mother taught her to do. See, Demrius' mother, Maria, was a bright and beautiful woman and an omega like her daughter. She knew what it was like to be at the bottom of the barrel and wanted to help her child grow into a strong and independent wolf. She didn't want her child to be some weak wolf who just followed orders like a sheep with its pastor. Maria wanted Demrius to be someone who thought for herself, stood up for herself, and most of all, to be strong. "And before you even ask me," she says, putting a brave face on and sitting straight in the water. "I did not go rogue and kill my parents. They were protecting me."

"From what?" Jimin growls, his eyes flashing.

"Hunters." was all she said back while she still held his gaze. Demrius watched as the anger burned in his eyes, yet she could see that his facial expressions were changing slightly. Concern seemed to play on his face but was quickly pushed back because his anger was overpowering.

"If hunters have your scent -"

"They are not going to come here and destroy your pack." Demrius cuts Jimin off again, which was bad because it only fueled his anger further. The beast inside him was slowly starting to rear its ugly head from the depths of his soul. "My brother was the one who killed them," she says, finally breaking eye contact. "He went ballistic after they tore our parents apart and chased them into the forest. I don't know where he is now," her tough shell starting to break as Jimin could see tears building at the corners of her eyes. Demrius brought a hand up to try and rub them away, but it only smeared whatever blood was still on her against her cheeks now. Demrius sniffles as the memories were replaying in her head. Her whole life, she had been apart of a loving family in a loving pack. She had known no evil, and she was so ignorant to the world around her.

Her parents had done a great job raising her on wolf law and everything within wolf society, but the outside world was like a mystery to her. When the hunters came to raid their small village high in the mountains earlier in the day, there was nothing to do but run. Her father, Edwin, a foreigner wolf that fell in love with a stray, wanted nothing more than to see their children have a happy and fulfilling life. He demanded that Demrius ride on his back while they ran away because he knew that she wasn't a fast runner in her primordial form. Kylen, her eldest brother, was already protecting their mother as a silver bullet had shot her in her right arm.

The memory of leaving their small village and rushing into new territory was a still blur to her. It happened when the sun was setting, and now it was dark. By the time they had reached the Han River, the hunters had caught up to them. Demrius was flung from her father's back, and she tumbled across the forest floor. Somehow Maria had turned into her primordial form and was fighting with all her will against the hunters shooting at them. Demrius wanted nothing more than to turn into her primordial form and help her parents. However, she couldn't do that because her brother Kylen was already standing in front of her, blocking her from doing anything.

They both watched as their parents, ripped apart as many hunters as they possibly could, but Demrius knew that it wasn't going to be enough. She felt that her parents were going to die in her heart, but she never thought that they would die the way they had. The hunters that eventually took her parents down were bloodthirsty maniacs who used not only silver bullets on them but silver knives and other tools. Cutting and shooting the two wolves to the point where the only thing Demrius saw was the color red. The next few moments were almost as if the world had slowed, and everyone was moving like time had ceased to exist.

Her mother and father fell to the ground bleeding out and panting harshly. Kylen transformed in front of her and charged at the hunters standing over their dead parents' bodies. Demrius screamed as tears swelled from the corners of her eyes. She rushed towards them, not caring that her body was now covered in their blood. She sobbed, pushing at her parents' bodies, trying to stop the blood from seeping out. She knew there was nothing that she could do as she watched the life drain from their eyes and their bodies slowly going limp in front of her. Demrius stayed like that for what seemed like hours until Jimin and Ezra had found her.

And now here she was sitting in a bathtub with a crazy lunatic and two alphas. How could her day get any worse?

"Ezra!" a loud voice whined coming from inside the house. Demrius glanced towards the bathroom door, silently groaning to herself. She could still feel Jimin's intense gaze on her and had a feeling that he wasn't done talking to her yet. "You'd promise that you'd go out running with me. It's almost one in the morning!" the voice continued. "Did that mother fucker keep you again, or did you just forget that I existed?!" a few seconds later, the bathroom door swung open, and there Jungkook stood. His long messy curls were once again pulled up into a bun while the other half was curling around his neck. This whole half up half down style seemed to stick with him because that's all he ever wore.

He was dressed casually in some grey sweatpants rolled up by the top, and he wore black running shoes. Like Jimin, he too was shirtless. One thing about Jungkook was that he loved showing off his body in any way that he possibly could. It wasn't so much of a cocky attitude; no, it was that he was overly confident in who he was as a young wolf. Anyone that slightly liked him loved when he walked around shirtless simply because of the muscles that blessed his body. That small ball of anger that swelled deep in Jimin's stomach immediately dissipated when Jungkook called him a "mother fucker."

"Hey now," Jimin stutters, turning his head towards his brother in law. "I don't need this right now," he says in an exasperated tone, his hands coming out to express his distress. "You are barging into my house like you own the god damn place is too much when Yoongi did the exact same thing!" he says, catching Jungkook's eye.

"Don't lump me into the same group as Jungkook!" Yoongi was quick to clap back.

"What's that suppose to mean?!" Jungkook gasped, clearly looking offended.

"Would the two of you just get out of my house!" Ezra shouts, bringing her hands up to her temples. "I have more important business to deal with than you two deciding to fuck me in the ass with this bullshit of barging in. Now get out of my fucking bathroom!" she shouts, glaring in between her brother, husband, and friend. Between the chaos, Demrius seemed to crack a small smile. Funny enough, it was somewhat of a good distraction to have when tragedy struck her life. "On the count of three," Ezra starts again before any of the males could speak up. "I better not see a single man in my fucking bathroom. If I do, your balls are mine," she growls, closing her eyes.

"One," Demrius watches as the three wolves straighten themselves out and try to hurriedly make their way out of the bathroom as Ezra continues to count. When she gets to three, the bathroom door was slammed shut, and the young alpha opens her eyes. Demrius caught wind of her beautiful green eyes and smiled a bit as they reminded her of her mother. Ezra bends down once again so that she was eye to eye with Demrius. She first apologizes for the chaos that fell upon them, mentioning that this was her life now and she had gotten used to it. She also expresses how she knew that all of this might've been overwhelming for Demrius to begin with.

Instead of answering her, Demrius laughs uncomfortably. She bows her head again, looking at the red water, her vision still slightly blurry from before. Ezra reaches out to grasp one of Demrius' hands and pulls it out of the water. She brings it close to her chest, placing it on her heart. Demrius flushes by the sudden skinship considering she didn't like to be touched in the first place. "I promise to you," Ezra says, locking eye contact with her. "That things will get better and that we will find your brother. I swear it on my life," she promises, her vision tense and her expression serious.

Demrius's lower lip quivers at the sudden promise. Her body reacting by quickly pulling her hand away from Ezra's grip. She shifts once again in the water, and her head bowed once more. There was silence between them for a split second, and only then did Demrius answer her. "I hope that you never have to lose your life just for the sake of mine." she starts pausing then continues. "Because I don't know if I can handle someone dying for me once again. So please, don't say such foolish things if you don't intend on keeping them."

"Okay," Ezra answers, shifting her body back, so she was sitting on her knees.

"Okay." Demrius returns, lifting her head to lock eye contact with Ezra. Was this going to be her new home? Would she ever find a new home? Would she ever get normalcy once again? Demrius didn't have all the answers but this foolish promise that this wolf, who barely even knew her, seemed to bring some kind of optimism in these dark times. At least that was enough to make her feel somewhat at ease. What she didn't know was that Ezra fully intended on keeping her promise, something that neither one of them would dream of in a million years.

"Now, let's get you cleaned up and warm once again," She reached over to grab a small washcloth that sat on the other side of the tub. "That's the least I can do, right?" She ask, tilting her head a bit to the side and smiling. Demrius bites on her lower lip as she could feel more tears about ready to escape her. She nods her head silently answering the alpha and bringing her right arm out so that they could start cleaning her off. If Demrius wanted to get some kind of normalcy, she had to start somewhere, right?

Regarding those attributes, humankind already knows of them. They tend to describe one another in these terms, such as an "alpha" or a "beta." To wolves, these attributes are special; they are sacred. Once again, they are what makes a pack. The hierarchy goes like this: The alpha sits at the top. Many alphas usually have someone close who is their second in command; they mostly consist of betas. Alphas and betas work side by side and are often busy keeping everyone in line. However, the alpha can determine who stays or goes within a pack and are the lawmakers. Just as previously mentioned, betas are the second in command to the alpha. They take over when the alpha is away, and they report to the alpha if anything is committed. Continuing down the line, there are deltas. They hold some power within the ranks. However, they are mostly the third in command to betas and alphas. They are mostly training other wolves and or teaching them. Lastly, there are the omegas. They hold very little power within a pack. They are the caregivers, ones watching out for the small pups that run around. Omegas do not get much respect when it comes to packs and is seen as nothing more than just babysitters.

Of course, other ranks are within a pack. However, they aren't as important as many would think they would be. They serve as more or less hunters and healers of a pack, yet they do not get mentioned as much. Wolf law doesn't describe what these other ranks are, even though most pack members are ranked in these positions. The difference between these hunters and healers is that they have more say in a pack than an omega does. Needless to say, if one were born as an omega, their lives would already be predetermined for them. Wolf law turns a blind eye to omegas, and so would wolf society.

Yet for Park Jimin, he would be the first wolf in history to set these rules and regulations up in flames. His story would be discussed for generations to come, yet how he became famous amongst wolves didn't always start so glorious as they make it out to be. Park Jimin was born into a powerful alpha and omega bloodline. His father, Celyn, was his pack leader and wanted nothing more than a baby boy to continue his legacy. His mother, Hana, was a beautiful omega who didn't want any of this for her pup. Jimin's parents passed away on his eighteenth birthday. Their cause of death was nothing more than total annihilation. Growing up, Jimin was a victim of his father's hatred for anything other than being a strong wolf. He wanted his son to be the perfect alpha, a carbon copy of himself. If Jimin showed any weakness, the wrath of his father was more than just a simple slap to the face.

They were deep wounds littered across his flesh. Physical scars,in which Jimin carried with him for the rest of his life. However, he mental scars were too damming and went unnoticed. Jimin didn't want to be like his father because what he valued in life was different than what his father valued. He saw life as a precious gift given to him, something he could create for himself. Life was like an empty slate just waiting to be painted upon. More than anything, Jimin wanted to be like his mother. A strong, independent wolf who valued life and the forest's beauty and every little detail down to the smallest dust might, and the smallest atom. Hana was known for her beauty but she was also known to have a smile that could lighten a dark room. It wasn't surprising that Hana's parents gave her the name meaning "flower" because she was the prettiest flower in a garden of weeds.

Celyn didn't approve of this in any way. His wife, someone who he had fallen in love with so many years ago, had just annoyed him when their son was born. She talked about how precious his life was and what she wanted for him, yet Celyn didn't want that. He knew how god awful the world was, and yet how he went about ruling the pack with an iron fist. It was only then that this ruling was what would drive him to the grave. Jimin was brainwashed into thinking that he had to be the best of the best, the strongest of the pack, because that's what his father beat into his very fiber. And still, his mother, up until her last breath, tried to teach him that life and what he makes of it had nothing to do with power or even strength. It had to do with loving what was in front of you and taking every risk that one could.

Jimin won't be the first to admit that he had made many mistakes, and although his past wasn't the cookie-cutter life that many dreamed of, he was still grateful for it. It got him to be where he was now, and it was rough, yet it was meaningful. To come to this conclusion that he made later in life, he would have to find his mate who helped him further discover this.  Now, mankind's description of mates and soulmates were completely different than what a wolf would think as their mate. A wolf's mate was born for them, and they were someone that the fates had decided even before the thought of these two were discussed amongst their respected parents. When a wolf met its mate, it was almost as if the universe and all the stars would collide, and these two would be inseparable.

If a wolf's mate were killed or died of natural causes, that wolf would become known to mankind as a living vegetable. They would spend the rest of their lives lost in their memories, and the light in their eyes would never cease to exist. Some would even die of heartache because the pain of living in this world would be too much. It's why many packs had created small nursing homes for wolves who had lost their mate so that they could be taken care of. Jimin knew all of this information when he met his mate and yet it didn't seem to matter to him. His mate was another alpha who seemed not to take any bullshit from anyone other than Jimin himself.

Park Ezra was the most beautiful woman Jimin had ever met in his life besides his mother. She had these big emerald green eyes that were always filled with curiosity and a mess of red curls that would seem to bounce wherever she walked. She had a dusting of freckles across her cheeks and some even around her body. They were dark enough to where someone could point them out, and it was one of the most beautiful things about her. Ezra was a short female, probably shorter than average, but she didn't care. Most of her weight was in her hips and breasts, yet she had some chub on her bones. Ezra loved to eat, and she wasn't shy about it. Jimin had to admit; she was the reason he gained a little bit of weight after he started seeing her because she would cook more than enough for the two of them.

Ezra wasn't the only one that seemed to poke into Jimin's life. She had a younger brother who seemed to follow Ezra around like a lost puppy until she got married to Jimin. Jeon Jungkook was bright as could be and a little clumsy. His ranking was beta in their pack, something in which their father didn't approve of. Jeon Kai was similar to Celyn and wanted nothing more than to see the old bastard to be taken out of his powerful position. It's why after Celyn and Hana's deaths had become public, many of the pack assumed it was Kai's fault. He was put on trial and unfortunately, was found guilty. It was a few years after his death that he had nothing to do with the Park's tragic ending. To this day, the Park's deaths are somewhat of a mystery that only Jimin knows the answer to.

Jungkook and Ezra bothered Jimin to the point where he eventually had to kick their asses for bothering him. However, he wouldn't trade his relationship with either one of them for something else. As mentioned, Jungkook was as bright as can be, yet he was very clumsy. He would find himself getting into trouble that he had nothing to do with other than falling forward, breaking something, or just looking at something or someone. Jungkook wasn't a trouble maker, he was a flirt, but not a trouble maker. Ezra often describes her brother as someone who has a big heart that the world took to their advantage. Some couldn't get past his big brown doe eyes and long mess black curls that was often tied in a half bun style. Some couldn't get past his big bunny smile that would bring even the grumpiest people to shed a small grin.  

Over the years, Jimin had found himself to have a close bond with Jungkook. He viewed him as his little brother and vowed to take care of him not just because he was his mate's family. Their bond was special, something in which Jimin hadn't found since he had befriended a little minx named Kim Taehyung. Taehyung was the same age as Jimin; however, he was just a few months younger than he was. Their bond was more of a brotherly bond than anything else in this world. Ceyln had been great friends with Taehyung's father, who was another alpha in the pack. Jimin was often spotted with Taehyung, and they were mistaken for bothers on countless occasions.

Taehyung was slightly taller than Jimin nowadays and often left his hair in a messy mop of small wavy curls tucked behind his ears. His bright brown eyes were always filled with curiosity as he wanted to figure out how most of anything worked in this world. However, he couldn't spend much of his time tinkering with something as small as a wrist watch due to his ranking. Taehyung was born a delta, meaning he spent most of his time with the older generation of wolf pups. Teaching them how to spar with one other alongside teaching them how to protect each other. His family owned a fighting ring which was their small business. Once Taehyung's father retired, he had to pick up the family business. Taehyung wasn't pleased with this, yet there was nothing that he could do about it.

Even if he protested, the worst thing that could happen to him would be ostracization. Without a pack, wolves were at their weakest and could die. He had to "suck it up" and live life the way that it was already predetermined for him. On most days, Taehyung would rant to his friend about how silly wolf law was and how if things were different, he would become an inventor. Get wolves to recognize that change was inevitable. He would go on to explain that living the way that mankind had years before technology was invented was ridiculous. Taehyung would encourage Jimin to change the way things were because he had the power to, and still, Jimin knew that although he could do it, it wasn't his place to do so. Wolves valued tradition and the way things were, and if he could change it, no if he did change it, would they hate him or love him?

That question seemed to burn away the day he met an outsider who furthered the conversation Taehyung so desperately wanted to start. That outsider was none other than an omega who had the same energy as his mate Ezra and this omega wasn't afraid to fight. Lee Demrius would be known to shake the wolf pack to the brink of insanity. How he met her was less than expected.

~*~

"Oh, come on," Ezra groans tugging at her husband's wrist. Earlier in the evening, Jimin had promised Ezra that they would go running about in the forest. Wolves had different forms: their human forms and their primordial forms. Their primordial forms were much bigger than the average wolf that mankind knew. They were a lot stronger, too, considering that these types of wolves were ones known to be something of a myth. Mankind would describe these wolves as shapeshifters or maybe even demons if they were considered as such. However, calling a wolf a shapeshifter or even a demon would be something to laugh about.

"I don't wanna," Jimin whines, attempting to pull his wrist back. Even though he would love to run around the forest with his wife, he had to get up early in the morning for some meeting that he was bound to go to. Jimin knew that it wasn't fair to promise his wife something than to go back on his word, and yet here he was doing just that. Ezra puffs her cheeks at his response and lets go of his hand. Jimin sighs in relief, pushing himself back onto their large bed tucked in the corner of their bedroom.

"Well then," Ezra says, shifting her body weight as she slowly starts to peel off her clothes. Jimin's interest peaked as he saw a bit of her olive-toned skin peeking out from underneath his black shirt she had stolen from his closet. "I guess I'll go by myself," she mumbles, throwing his shirt at him and continues to strip. Clothes weren't necessary for wolves; in fact, it was common to see many wolves walking in the nude after they had come back from shifting from their primordial forms. Jimin grunts when his shirt hit his face, darkness seeming to cover over his vision for a brief period of time. He quickly tears the shirt away, tossing it to the side as he glances at his wife once again.

She was already pealing her bottoms off and kicking them over towards their hamper. Jimin opens his mouth to say something but quickly shuts it when she turns to look over her shoulder. Her face was dark as it was a mixture of disappointment and something else that he couldn't quite pick up on. Her emerald eyes glinted in the moonlight and she huffed once again before turning around and taking a few paces towards their sliding doors that faced the forest.

The summer's heat was slowly starting to die down as the year was coming to an end. Ezra takes a deep breath in as the fresh air hits her senses. She shivers slightly due to the small change in heat, but quickly got adjusted to it. Then, she takes off running out towards the forest and leaving her husband to watch with wide eyes. In mid-sprint, Ezra shifted; showing off her beautiful red coat that glinted just like her eyes did in the light. Another fact about wolves was that their coat was the color of their hair. Now, if one were to dye their hair or put any chemicals in it, it would not change their wolf's coat, which made it fun for some who dared to be different.

Jimin sat there watching his wife take off into the night, his mind racing endlessly. Did she want him to chase after her? What was she gaining from being a rebel? Did he want to chase after her? The wolf inside him yearned to go after his love, and yet his human side wanted nothing more than to cuddle in the blankets that kept him warm.

"Fuck this," Jimin mumbles, tearing his boxers off and sprinting after his wife. Just like Ezra, in mid-sprint, he changed. While in his primordial form, his senses became shaper. The world became clearer and it was almost as if someone had taken the film from his senses and ripped it right off. It was times like these that Jimin cherished his life and was curious about if mankind would get to see the world as he did.  

It didn't take long for Jimin to catch up with his wife. He came bounding up beside her, gently pushing his body into hers. She turned her head and opened her mouth to give a small bark of approval. Or was that laughter? Jimin could never tell, but it didn't seem to bother him. The two chased each other around their territory. Weaving around each other and dodging trees, feeling the breeze, and sometimes even tackling one another. The next morning they were sure were to have some bruises and maybe even twigs in their hair if they weren't careful. Ezra had taken Jimin all the way to the edge of their territory, right where the Han River seemed to flow. They took their breaks, drinking the water to calm their beating hearts and quench their thirst. Ezra bumped her head into Jimin's shoulder and rubbing him gently as if she were saying thank you to him.

He waited for her to pull away and give her a loving kiss by licking the side of her face. He was about to move in closer and do much more only to whimper when Ezra pulled away. She looked at her husband, silently asking if he had heard anything. Jimin tilts his head, wondering what had gotten his wife so spooked suddenly. Just as Jimin was about to move in on her again, Ezra had changed back into her human form. She stood in front of him, then turned to walk alongside the river bank. Jimin, however, stayed in his primordial form and walked a few paces behind Ezra. He didn't yet catch on to whatever she had heard before; however, he smelt the scent of blood.

That metallic scent was burned into his being because of his punishments given to him by his father. The hairs on the back of his neck seemed to straighten as they moved forward. Ezra put her hand out behind her when she saw something she couldn't believe. Jimin paused too, his upper lip trembling as a low growl emanated from the depths of his belly. No less older than Jungkook, a woman sat on the other side of the river covered in blood. The sight was god awful and the smell was even worse. Two dead wolves sat on either side of her, flies already beginning to swarm around them. Her wild unkempt black hair was dark against her pale skin.

Her face was splattered with blood, and her deep ocean blue eyes were filled with tears. She instantly looked up at them, fear riddling her features. To see two wolves dead beside her only enraged Jimin further. If Ezra weren't there, he would have killed her on spot.  

"Who are you," Ezra demanded.

"I didn't do it." Squeaked the girl. "I swear I didn't do." she cried, tears falling from her eyes and staining her cheeks. "They were just trying to protect me."

"Who. Are. You." Ezra demanded once again, her voice rising as she spoke. The girl's face turned to glance back at the wolves in front of her. She reached out to try and touch one, only to pause halfway through when she heard the splashing of water as Jimin slowly entered the river.

"I'm Demrius," the girl whispered, her breathing choppy as tears still streamed down her face. "These are my two.." there was a pause before she corrected herself. "These are my parents." She struggled to say, her face lifting to catch Ezra's eyes. Jimin paused for a second the growl that was loud a second ago ceased to exist.

"Parents," Ezra answers, her voice riddled with confusion. What were two wolves doing with a human? Was this girl even human? If she was, that would be odd considering the fact that no human would go this far into the forest. Another thing that was uncommon was that wolves didn't raise humans because of the past that they shared. This wasn't like Tarzan, wolves, and humans do not get along.  Therefore, Jimin concluded that this girl either had to be a witch in hiding or she had to be a wolf. Yet - she didn't smell like anything remotely to a wolf or even to a human, that is. Her scent was being masked by blood so it was hard for either one of them to pinpoint whatever she was.

"Yes..my parents." Demrius pleads. Jimin noticed that Demrius seemed to look back and forth between her parents and the two of them. He could tell that her body was quaking with fear and that she seemed to grow paler by the second. Demrius' lips trembled as she opened her mouth once again. "Please, you've got help me." She pauses for a split second only to have her eyes roll back in her head and fall forward onto one of her dead parent's corpses.