#wolf exo

To say the air is tense as the final date approaches when Minwoo and Miranda will attack would be an understatement. If you could use one word, however, to describe the way your mates, as well as all of your friends, anticipate this upcoming battle, you would describe them as eager. Eager to finally get this over with. Eager to fight for you. Most of all, eager to prove themselves and protect you, so that you don’t get hurt again.

Already, about a week and a half has passed since Mal and the witches have warned you about Minwoo and Miranda’s final attack. Given the information Mal has given you about the three missing packs, you’ve assumed the worse. They’ve probably already been manipulated by Minwoo’s power, which means the fight has gotten all the more worse. Well, at least you know who you’re up against.

Training has been going well still, all of your friends always eager to help your mates develop their new powers. Many of them have come pretty far in such a short time, and when all twelve of them work together, again, with a little help from your friends, they’re able to subdue you for a few moments. Well, almost.

The only issue you had was a few days after the initial discovery. You can remember the conversation so clearly, and even looking back on it now, you grimace.

“You want me to do what?” Your brow furrowed, arms crossed as you looked at Minseok, Dylan, Junmyeon, and Kyungsoo standing directly in front of you, your other mates standing a little ways behind them.

“Listen, if Minwoo catches me, or even any one of us, under his manipulation again, we should have a way to fight back against him,” Dylan reasons. “If we can fight against his hold over us, we have a better chance of ending this once and for all. Plus, he wouldn’t be able to rely on us to hurt you.”

You purse your lips, frown clear on your features as you think this over.

Jongdae places a reassuring hand on your shoulder as he comes to stand next to you. You don’t have to if it makes you uncomfortable, but he’s right. The more of a chance we have to fight back against his hold, the less likely he’ll be able to manipulate us.

I know, you physically sigh, looking towards the ground as you close your eyes. “Okay.”

The shock is clear on all of their faces, especially Dylan’s. “Really?”

“You’re right,” you reply, opening your eyes and lifting your head once more to meet his gaze. “As much as I don’t like it, it’s the most reasonable conclusion.” You take a shaky breath in. “I’ll do it.”

They all smile at you, Jongdae even going so far as to rub your back comfortingly with his hand as the others look on. A few of them wish it could be them to do that, but they know it’s only a matter of time before they can.

“Before we do, though, I just want you all to know that-“

“Don’t worry,” it’s Luhan who cuts you off, walking over to place a comforting hand on your shoulder while giving it a slight squeeze.

“We already know,” Baekhyun finishes for him, nods of understanding coming from all of them.

“But-“

“This is strictly for training purposes,” Minseok begins.

“You would never willingly make us ‘hurt’ each other,” Junmyeon continues. “Not that you would be, anyways.”

“There’s a difference here now,” Kyungsoo adds, and you tilt your head slightly for him to continue. “We’re letting you do this to us. With him, it wouldn’t be willingly.”

Your heart warms as a small smile graces your features. Looks like they already know you better than you would think, given the somewhat short amount of time you’ve all known each other. It makes you happy to know that they know what to say to assure you, to offer you comfort for your worries at this point in time.

You nod your head. “Okay, then let’s get to it.”

That is how you find yourself in this situation right now. It’s been a week since you first started training with them using this particular power of yours, and it’s certainly offered a change in the dynamics between you all. Of course, you never go as far as to actually make them hurt each other, but you do set them against one another. So far, Minseok, Kyungsoo, Jongin, and Jongdae all seem to have the best luck escaping the influence of your power so far. The others, not so much, but you know they’re not that far behind the rest.

In fact, there are some occasions where a few of them, like Dylan, Chanyeol, and Luhan, are better than the ones that seems to be just head of the rest of the pack. However, it’s only happened once or twice where they’ve been able to break free of your influence, whereas the others are more consistent.

You just hope that when the time comes, and it all comes down to it, they’re able to escape Minwoo should they get caught. In the back of your mind, you don’t doubt that they will. After all, Minwoo is nowhere near as strong as you are, especially when concerned with using your own powers.

Currently, you find yourself facing off against eight of your twelve mates, as the other four have went inside for lunch. You’ve just managed to throw Yixing and Kyungsoo off of you when a sudden sense of dread fills your bones.

Standing to your full height, you freeze, wide eyes staring off towards the direction of the clearing. Taking deep breaths as they circle around you, you attempt to relax your tense muscle. Something isn’t right.

Almost immediately, the back door is opening, and Jongdae is rushing onto the porch, worry creasing his brow. “What did you guys do?”

At his words, the eight surrounding you, turn to look at him, slight confusion pulling at their features.

“We haven’t been doing anything except training,” Chanyeol responds, seeing as he’s one of four not in their wolf forms at the moment.

“What’s wrong?” Tao’s own brow furrows as he looks between you and Jongdae, the others coming out to join them on the back deck, along with a majority of your friends.

“You’ve sensed it, too, haven’t you?” Irene calls out, making her way towards you from the deck.

“I just have a really bad feeling about tomorrow,” you rely, finally speaking out for the first time since this sense of dread has washed over you. “No one is here yet, but I can feel the presence looming over the field, creeping closer with each passing second. It’s like it knows something bad is approaching.”

“But it can’t be them yet, can it? I thought we had a few more days,” Baekhyun frowns, easing out of his fighting stance for the moment.

“Maybe so,” you reply. “Just keep your guards up, cause I have a feeling something will happen tomorrow.”

“Either way, there’s no way they can surprise attack us,” Jongin says from the back door.

“Yeah, not with the wards that we’ve placed,” Yeri nods.

“Plus, I’m sure you’d be the first to sense them,” Hakyeon motions to your with his head. “Not that we wouldn’t be able to, either.”

You nod, shoulders relaxing only slightly as you roll your shoulders, cracking your neck in the next second. “That’s enough training for today, we should prepare for the next few days, just in case they do decide to attack early.”

A wave of agreement passes over everybody around you, a few nodding their heads in understanding as you all begin to make your wayback inside the house. Immediately, Jongdae is at your side, a look full of concern thrown your way.

I’m fine, you assure him, shooting him a half smile.

He simple sends you a look, everything being said in that expression alone. He knows you’re not in the best mental state right now, and he wants you to know that he’s here for you. He always will be. Him, and your other eleven mates whom watch you walk up the stairs and to your room with nothing but worry clear on their features.

That evening, you discuss with everyone your major plans of attack. You’ve decided that some of them should stay back at the house should anything happen, or if any of Minwoo’s minions manage to slip past you all and head towards the house. Besides, both you and Vasco agree that you’d rather not see Mal get hurt again.

In the end, you’ve decided to let Mal, Vasco, Jisoo, Joy, Yeri, Jinyoung, Youngjae, Jinki, Namjoon, Jungkook, Hoseok, Hyuk, and Wonsik stay back at the house in case anything is to happen. Besides, the house could use some extra protection anyways.

Of course, even with the discussion of formation and strategy, you know not every battle will go as planned, so you come up with a back up just in case. You blame your parents for your excessive battle planning and strategic thinking.

Attempting to sleep that night is just that: an attempt. The wonderful abyss of sleep evades you, continuing to toss and turn, that feeling of unease never parting from you for one moment. You just know something is going to happen tomorrow, and for that, you find you cannot get one moment of rest.

Finally, after years of them haunting you, this will all be over soon. Hopefully.

Morning comes, and you drag yourself out of bed, feeling Jongdae’s worried eyes following you around the room as you get ready for the day.

Don’t worry about me so much, your voice echoes throughout his head.

You and I both know that’s not possible, comes his reply. Did you get any sleep at all last night?

At the shrug of your shoulders, you hear him sigh behind you. A few seconds later, he’s stood from the bed and moved so his arms are now wrapped around your waist from behind. Burying his face into your neck, he places a gently kiss onto your skin.

“No matter what happens, we’re with you,” he murmurs lowly against your skin, “I’m with you. Until the end.”

You squeeze his arms assuringly, conveying wordlessly your gratitude for him, especially now. He’s always been by your side, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Making your way downstairs after getting ready, you walk into the kitchen. After a small breakfast, you’re just going over your plans one last time in your mind when your breath catches in your throat and you freeze. A look passes between a few of your friends, already able to sense the danger approaching the clearing in an instant.

“Guys,” your voice rings out loud and clear throughout the house as you stand. “It’s time.”

In a flash, you’ve disappeared from view, and the whole house becomes an uproar of commotion.

“I wish she would wait for us,” Minseok scowls slightly as they run for the back door.

“The sooner we get this over with, the better,” Dylan says, the others nodding their agreement.

As soon as they reach the back door and manage to get outside, they shift and sprint off into the forest. Only one thought is one their mind: finding you and ending all of this once and for all.

Arriving to the clearing, you stand tall with your arms crossed, awaiting the arrival of the small force you’ve sensed approaching from the opposite side. Many of the presences you recognize, but a few you do not, and you can only imagine just who, or what Minwoo and Miranda have brought with them as extra strength.

Movement to your right has your gaze shifting briefly to see Jongin already beside you. Looks like he teleported here. You share a look, smiling briefly at each other as you wait for the others to arrive. In an instant, Taemin is standing on your other side, having run the distance in no time at all.

The others should be here soon, Jongin tells you, to which you nod at.

However, as soon as that though reaches you, Minwoo, Miranda, and their forces have finally reached the opposite edge of the clearing, breaching the tree line and stepping into the area. You scowl at the familiar faces you see treading behind him, some wearing looks of discontent as they continue to struggle against his manipulation.

What surprises you the most, though, is the small group of warriors you see wearing an all too familiar crest. You tense, watching Miranda swing that all too familiar crimson blade in her one hand.

“Where’s the rest of your mutts?” She taunts, receiving a snort of laughter from Minwoo.

“Probably got scared and ran off,” Minwoo replies. “Realized she wasn’t worth the time, or effort.”

Both Jongin and Taemin snarl at his words in response, but you put a hand out to stop them. Instead, you meet the worried gazes of the three leaders of your other groups of friends.

“(Y/n),” Jihyo’s concern is clear on her features.

“Jihyo,” you breathe her name. “Taeyong, Seungcheol…” you meet each of their gazes respectively. “I’m sorry you all got dragged into this mess.”

You know that none of them want to hurt you, but under the influence of Minwoo, they might have to. The last thing you truly wanted was to be facing twenty-three hybrids, thirteen wolves, and nine vampires whom are all your friends, but unfortunately, desperate times call for desperate measures.

“The sooner we get out of this mess, the quicker we can help you,” Momo calls out, and you can tell all of them share the same sentiment. Well, at least all of your friends do.

“You know as soon as I can, I’ll get you all out from under his control,” comes your reply.

“That would be appreciated!” Chenle calls out, receiving a few side eyed looks from those around him.

“Ha! Like hell she can do anything,” one of Linus’ men laugh. You don’t recogonize him; he must be new. “Against all of us, what can those three really do?”

“Don’t underestimate her,” an all too familiar voice which you wish you could forget says from the back. Stepping through his men as they part, you meet Linus’ all too familiar smug gaze. “She’s stronger than you think.”

“Linus,” you hiss, nothing but venom on your tongue as you spit out his name. “What are you doing here?”

“Me?” He quirks an eyebrow, clearly amused by your reaction. “I’m here to bring my wife home.”

Growls sound from around you, and you can sense that your other mates and friends aren’t that far off now.

“We won’t let you do that,” Jongin growls, stepping forward slightly in an attempt to stand in front of you, but he knows better by now.

“Oh yeah? You and what army?” One of Linus’ other men snorts, arms crossed in front of his chest.

“This army,” you state, voice low as snarls pierce the trees, your mates breaking through the tree line behind you first, followed by your friends lose behind.

Cracking your neck, you roll your shoulders once more, fixating your deadly gaze on both Minwoo and Miranda. Silently, you inform your friends and mates about the situation, letting them know not to kill your friends under Minwoo’s control. Linus and his men, however, are free reign. Undoubtedly, they all know to leave Minwoo and Miranda to you.

“It’s not too late to turn back,” you say, motioning to the woods behind them. “Leave now, release my friends, and never bother us again. I’ll let you live if you do.”

You notice Miranda falter slightly in her stance at your words, but both Minwoo and Linus laugh.

“You think that will scare us off?” Minwoo shakes his head. “You’re more naive than I thought.”

Growls sounds around you in your defence, but you simply shrug. “Your funeral.”