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Moonchild 2 | ot7 | One

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Pairing: OT7 x f!reader

Summary: It's been six months since Bangtan walked into your life, changing it forever. They gave you a home, a pack, a mate. It's time to leave the small town hidden between mountains and go back to Seoul, but are you ready to find what the future holds for all of you? Will finally knowing what you are bring you the peace you all crave, or is this just the beginning to become who you're supposed to be?

Genre: Series, fluff, angst, smut, non idol au, ABO, werewolf au.

Chapter Warnings: WE’RE BACK, BABY!!!!!

WC: 5.4k

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Not one day in your life was like the other now.

You would think that everything that was supposed to change within you would be done and over by now, after the last few months you spent with the Bangtan pack. You learned the truth about werewolves, the elders, how magic was a real thing in this universe. You almost died a couple of times! You went through your own awakening and found out the truth about yourself.

That should all be over by now, right? You should be able to live the rest of your life with your mate and your lovers and that would be it–

Yet it felt like it was only the beginning.

Any day now you would start to grow fur all over your body and your teeth would get pointy and you would feel the pull of the full moon.

At least that’s what you thought, despite Namjoon telling you it would be impossible; all while laughing a pretty sound that both soothed you and annoyed you greatly.

Being a Moonchild didn’t mean you were turning into one of them, the pack had explained, it didn’t mean you had dormant wolf genes or anything of the sort. You were still human by nature, but you had moon magic in your blood.

You were a direct descendant of the Lost Princess and the centuries between you caused that same magic to grow muffled until you met Bangtan.

Until you met Yoongi.

Funny how just the thought of him made your insides chirp happily, how the simple soft opening of the door behind you made your whole body flush with excitement from being in his presence.

You didn’t turn around when you heard him come in, you stayed where you were, staring out the window to the beautiful backyard below. You could see Yoongi’s mother running around to fix the tables and chairs and the staff she hired was bringing out food.

“What’s wrong, princess?” Yoongi’s voice was a low rumble at your back as his arms wrapped around your middle. The new pet name felt familiar as if you’ve been hearing it your whole life, but Yoongi had just started calling you that. At least in this reality.

“Nothing is wrong.” you sighed as you melted into his embrace.

“You forgot that I can feel what you feel?” he laughed with what was a slight exaggeration.

Yoongi couldn’t exactly feel your every feeling, but thanks to the mark on the side of your neck –the one Yoongi was skimming his lips over at this very moment–, he was a lot more in tune with your emotions, being able to read you like a book. There was also something about your scent that changed with certain sentiments.

“Right, the bond.” you rolled your eyes playfully, which he could see from the reflection in the glass in front of you. “How could I forget?”

Yoongi was grinning when you turned around to face him.

“Is it because of the party tonight? ‘Cause I can call the whole thing off.” he offered, which had you scoffing out loud.

“I know you’re dying to find an excuse to do that, but it won’t be me who gives it to you.” you were shaking your head as you walked away from him to sit on the edge of the guest bed you were currently sharing. “Your mother worked hard to put it together, and I’m still getting into her good graces.”

It’s been a month since you woke up from a crazy series of dreams that felt too vivid to be fragments of your imagination. A month since Yoongi saved your life by claiming you as his mate. And one week since you both came to Yoongi’s family town so you could be introduced to them.

You knew that coming here was done partly because your pack felt like you needed some time alone with Yoongi, so the two of you could strengthen your bond. Secondly, it was part of wolf tradition that you needed to be formally introduced to Yoongi’s familial pack as his mate.

The party that was being assembled right now was Mrs. Min’s idea, so you’d be officially introduced to the rest of the Min clan. Yoongi had told you it was also an excuse to show you off, which woke the protective side of him.

Yoongi huffed. “What is it, then?”

“I miss the pack.” you whined. Then your eyes widened and you tried to make it sound better: “Not that being with you isn’t enough… You’re my mate.”

“But you love the others too, I know.” Yoongi was standing in front of you, and the same way he could share your emotions, you could pick up on his, too. If he was upset, you’d be able to tell. “You know I’m okay with that.”

Everything was still very new to you, you were still learning how to navigate the whole ‘pack moonchild’ thing. The last thing you wanted was to hurt Yoongi or make him think that he wasn’t enough. You just couldn’t deny how being away from your pack for a whole week was starting to mess with you.

It felt like something was constantly missing in your soul.

It was kinda reassuring, you supposed, how you would be able to tell if Yoongi was jealous or bothered by the relationship you wanted to build with the others.

“What else?”

You nibbled on your bottom lip before admitting: “I want nothing more than to go back, but I’m also terrified.”

“I know it’s going to be weird, but we’ll keep you safe.” Yoongi promised. It took you a few seconds for you to understand where his own concerns lay. He thought you were scared about going back to Seoul. “I’ll never let the southsiders get close to you again.”

You felt a little silly now, as you obviously had a lot more concerns than what was actually bothering you. You were about to go back home, your real home, you would no longer return to Dalju.

The pack had a lot of things to settle in Seoul, they could no longer run from their problems, from their territory. And since the Southside wolves that were chasing you were now dead, you could all breathe easier in hopes that you would no longer have any problems with the South.

“That’s not what I’m scared of.” you played with the end of the crimson colored band that was tied around your waist. “What if the pack suddenly resents me for picking you? What if they don’t want me anymore?”

Yoongi laughed out loud, deep from his chest, complete with shoulders shaking.

“Hey!”

“Sorry, I thought it was a joke.” Yoongi replaced his laughing with a soft smile, kneeling on the floor in front of you. “Them not wanting you is impossible. I’m your true mate–”

“Try not sounding so smug about that–”

“–but you bonded with them, too. You know this.” the way Yoongi was talking to you made you feel like a child, but maybe that’s just what you needed. “They love you. And I know for a fact they can’t wait for us to be back at the den.”

You desperately wanted to take Yoongi’s words into your heart.

“I guess we’ll find out tomorrow.” despite the anxiety for what you might find once you got back home, the excitement you felt about seeing your pack was a lot stronger.

“We could get there tonight if we–”

“We are not skipping the party.” you interrupted before he could get any ideas.

Yoongi’s nose scrunched and he got up from the floor with a warning: “Just know you might regret this before the night is through.”

You understood, to a degree, why Yoongi was feeling slightly put off by this event. You could tell he loved his parents and brother to death, but it should be weird for him to be so close to his old pack again. You didn’t quite grasp all of the rules and pack laws just yet, but Yoongi was loyal to Bangtan, to his leader. You didn’t know what would happen tonight, if it came down to challenges and wanting Yoongi back.

Mr. and Mrs. Min had been nothing but welcoming to you, despite your human condition, but they did mention wishing their son would live closer, that he’d come back to visit more often. As a dinner subject landed on having kids –because of course it did– Mrs. Min sounded really upset about the fact she wouldn’t be close enough to the nest to see them grow up.

“Are you ready?” Yoongi asked you after his head tilted slightly towards the entrance of the room; a telltale sign that he was hearing something or someone approach.

“Ready as I’ll ever be.” you accepted Yoongi’s stretched hand and used your free one to smooth the skirt of your outfit.

It was the second time in your life you ever wore a hanbok; the first time being during the birthday celebration of Sol and Luna just two months ago. It didn’t surprise you that this was the attire chosen by Yoongi’s parents, as not only was their pack close to Hyejin's territory –as well as the sacred cave–, Yoongi’s family was a lot more on the traditional side than modern.

Yoongi’s hanbok was a very dark blue with silver details; he’d borrowed it from his brother, so it was a little tight on his shoulders. Yours had been borrowed from Mrs. Min, as the dress code was told to you in such short notice that neither of you had any time to buy any new ones.

Yoongi let go of a long breath and closed his eyes as he waited for–

“Oh, there you are!” Mrs. Min opened the door to the bedroom without knocking and you understood Yoongi’s aggravation. You had learned by now that she was the ‘my den, my rules’ kind of person. “The pack is starting to arrive, you should be downstairs to greet them.”

“We were just on our way down, eomma.” your mate sounded tired, running a hand through his light hair.

“You look so pretty, darling.” Mrs. Min ignored her son’s chastised tone to turn to you. With a harsh tug, she adjusted the red band around your waist so it would sit properly around your middle. “Just like I did when I married his father.”

“This is your wedding hanbok?” you asked and sent a look of panic towards Yoongi.

“Eomma, what are you up to–”

“Nothing at all.” the woman shrugged, taking a step back so she could look at the two of you at the same time. “But since we are on the subject, I do have a gift.”

Before Yoongi could protest, and his lips parted as he was about to, the woman lifted her left hand and took off the ring on her middle finger. It was thick and circular, made of moonstone with gold details all around.

It was a beautiful piece of jewelry, like the kind you would see in the museums that exposed pieces from the Joseon era, but it wasn’t your style. Still, if Yoongi’s mother wanted to give you a gift, you wouldn’t reject it. Not when you knew how much offerings meant to their kind.

“Eomma, Yn and I aren’t there yet.” Yoongi spoke before Mrs. Min could give you the small object.

The few lines his mother had between her brows were more prominent when she frowned. “What do you mean?”

“I mean we’re not getting married.” Yoongi’s answer had you understanding how that wasn’t just a ring, but what should be a family heirloom; an engagement ring. “We just got together, eomma, I brought her here so you could meet my mate, not so you could marry us.”

“I’m confused.” the woman was clearly deflating and you didn’t like how Yoongi’s agitation rattled in your bones.

“Yn wasn’t raised within our culture, I told you this.” he kept going and you couldn’t help but fidget on the spot. You were thankful he was standing up for the two of you, as marriage had never crossed your mind, but you didn’t like the feeling of letting his mother down. “Humans do things differently. We’ll take our time and then when we’re ready, I promise we’ll let you know.”

“She’s wearing your mark, I don’t understand why she can’t wear your ring.”

Yoongi, it’s okay. It took you a couple of tries to channel your mind-chat, but you were getting better.

No, I warned her not to pull this shit. His reply came a lot smoother.

Yes, but do you really want to get into this right now? You were already so different from them, definitely not the daughter in law Mrs. Min wished for her son. You knew there was a lot at stake here.

“It would be an honor, Mrs. Min.” you told the older lady, who beamed and relaxed her shoulders. Trying to placate Yoongi, you said: I’ll just wear it for tonight.

“Wonderful!” Mrs. Min handed you the ring like it was her most precious belonging and you couldn’t help but indulge in the prestige that it was to be gifted such a thing. You took it as acceptance, rather than the societal ties that came from a marriage. “Now come come, everyone is looking forward to meeting you.”

You placed the ring on your finger, which sat a little too tight, but at least you wouldn’t have to worry about it falling and getting lost. When Mrs. Min turned around to lead the way out of the bedroom, you turned to Yoongi and slipped your hand into his.

Thank you, sweetheart. He sounded a lot more relaxed just from your touch alone. I’m surprised at how good you are at handling her.

What can I say? You tried to muffle your laugh as you both walked behind Mrs. Min, hoping not to tip her on the fact you were both having a conversation behind her back. Apparently parents love me.

Good luck when meeting Namjoon’s.

You gasped and Yoongi laughed. You gave his chest a little slap: Now why would you say that?

Yoongi just shrugged and scratched the tip of his nose as Mrs. Min looked over her shoulder to the two of you. You let the subject die as you reached the bottom of the stairs.

The big foyer was completely different from the last time you’ve been here in the morning; filled with flower arrangements, thick candles and a fancy cloth on the floor that went from the front entrance all the way to the backyard. The house was a little drafty, thanks to the open doors, but being close to Yoongi meant you could take advantage of his unnatural warmth.

You spent the next twenty minutes being introduced to people you wouldn’t remember the name of, making small talk with strangers and being on the receiving end of different reactions.

The guests invited by Yoongi’s parents were either related to them by blood or by pack and it was easy for you to pick up on it from the different reactions you read from Yoongi. With family members, especially the younger ones, Yoongi was warm and wistful. But when he grew tense and standoff-ish, you knew they were his pack mates from before he left to join Namjoon.

You tried your best not to catch too much attention to yourself, but you still stood out like a sore thumb.

While Yoongi’s immediate family had been warned about your human nature and told about what you were –which you guessed was the only reason why you were accepted by them–, Yoongi had asked his parents not to tell anyone else about you being a Moonchild. Yoongi didn’t trust everyone from his old pack to keep that information secured and your pack was still learning about it themselves.

It wouldn’t be safe for you if word got out that a different version of the legend was true, that there were still moon-children roaming around earth. You didn’t know if it would put a target on your back, if you’d be seen as a threat.

So, at least for now, they wanted to keep it a secret. Just to keep you safe.

Which meant you weren’t immune to the surprised looks and odd reactions when people realized that you weren’t a werewolf. No one was brave enough to say anything to your face and all it took was a couple polite words and the chance to smell your scent for them to settle.

Much like it happened at the mating ceremony, no one was put off by your presence. If anything, a couple guests here and there lingered around you a little too much for comfort.

When the social interaction became too much for the two of you, you escaped into the backyard for some fresh air.

That’s where the party was happening, but everyone was a lot more interested in mingling and eating, rather than paying attention to you and Yoongi.

The Min’s home was in the middle of a suburban area, away from other neighbors and with a beautiful small forest around it. Yoongi had taken you into it when you first arrived, just to show you the secret hiding spots where he and his brother used to play when they were growing up.

“I’m going to miss this. All this nature.” you thought out loud when it was just you and Yoongi in a corner. “I don’t know how you guys live without it.”

“We miss it, too, but we have our ways.”

You raised an eyebrow. “What ways?”

“You’ll see.” Yoongi chuckled as if he was into an inside joke that you weren’t.

“Well, at least I am excited about seeing your house.” which Yoongi could notice by the quick beating of your heart as you told him.

“It’s your house now, too, sweetheart.” he corrected, and it was your turn to feel his excitement. “And you’ve been there before.”

You scoffed, shaking your head. I’ve been there once, in the middle of the night after Kook, Tae and Chim smuggled me in after I was attacked by the southsiders.”

A low growl escaped between Yoongi’s lips, no doubt coming from his alpha. Yoongi’s cheeks turned slightly pink as if embarrassed about his own reaction, but you enjoyed it quite a lot.

“I’m excited to see our home. Our den.” you changed your words, trying to distract the alpha from bad memories. And just to tease, you whispered: “I’m going to make it nice and cozy.”

Yoongi’s lids lowered as his eyes flashed yellow. The new rumble from his alpha was a lot more exciting and it had your heart picking up its pace.

Don’t threaten me with your nesting right now, or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you upstairs. It was Yoongi’s inner wolf warning you, you just knew it.

You leaned closer, lips ghosting Yoongi’s ear as you pretended you were just innocently kissing your mate’s cheek: “Then you shouldn't threaten me with a good time either.”

One of Yoongi’s arms wrapped possessively around your waist and you realized you missed this. Being close to his family meant Yoongi had to behave, so he kept his wolf in check most of the time.

If only he knew how much you craved their wild side.

“Yoonie!” a voice was coming from behind Yoongi, so his hold on you loosened until his arm dropped from you.

You saw a tiny woman that looked a lot like Yoongi himself, but his nose was more round and his lips were more petal shaped. Your mate recognized her right away, with a contagious happiness that had you smiling for no reason.

“Imo!” Yoongi greeted her while opening his arms.

It was his aunt, you realized.

“Oh, it is so good to see you home.” the woman almost disappeared in Yoongi’s embrace.

You froze.

Your whole body flushed with an inexplicable cold sweat because there was someone else with Yoongi’s aunt, someone you hadn’t seen before she moved out of the way. You didn’t mean to stare at the older woman sitting on the wheelchair, gaze glossy and lost as if she wasn’t even here.

“How are you? How’s aunt Yesoo?” Yoongi kept talking to his aunt, you could barely hear what they were saying at this point.

“We’re so good. She’s doing really well lately, which makes me happy.” the woman turned around to motion to her sister. Yesoo. “This must be your lovely mate.”

“This is Yn.” Yoongi’s touch on your back broke you out of your stupor, his eyes were concerned and you could tell the fine hairs in his arm were standing up as if he was on high alert. “Sweetheart, these are my aunts Ji-in and Yesoo.”

“Hi, it’s so nice to meet the two of you.” you hoped they didn’t notice the tremble in your voice as you politely bowed to them in greeting.

As if triggered by your voice, the older woman in the wheelchair moved her eyes and settled them on you. You knew right there that she was recognizing you, too. She sucked in a breath and her lips parted as if she wanted to speak. Out of instinct, you held onto Yoongi’s arm as your breath got caught in your throat.

Yesoo let out a strangled cry, upper body twitching and catching her sister’s attention. The woman rushed to soothe her, looking at you and Yoongi apologetically.

“Excuse us, she’s probably hungry.” Ji-in informed you while rushing to the back of the wheelchair. “We’ll talk to you later, pups.”

You stared at the green grass below your feet as you bowed again, not wanting to upset Yesoo any further. As soon as they were out of sight and you were alone with Yoongi again, you emptied your lungs and filled them back with a gasp.

“Yoongi–”

“I probably should have warned you, but I didn’t think they would be here.” Yoongi rushed to explain in a quiet tone. “They are my mom’s sisters, and aunt Yesoo is the oldest.”

“Did you ever show me pictures of her? Of Mrs. Yesoo?” you knew you sounded frenzied and Yoongi could damn well hear your heart in your throat.

“No, I don’t think I even have any.” Yoongi was standing in front of you now, protectively shielding you from the rest of the backyard. “Why? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

“A ghost from my past, maybe.” a delirious laugh left your lips as you tried to make sense of what was going on. “I’ve seen her before, Yoon. I’ve met her before, I’m sure of it.”

His hand held the side of your face as he searched your eyes. “How would that even be possible?”

“My dreams… She’s been in them.” you spoke only above a whisper, waiting a few seconds for Yoongi to understand which dreams you were talking about. “Your aunt… She was one of the wolves in your pack. I mean, your pack from the past–”

How could this be happening right now? For a second there, you thought that it might just be an impression, that maybe you were mistaking her for someone your imagination conjured up.

But that didn’t explain how Yesoo recognized you, too.

“Are you sure my brother shares you with his pack?”

The voice came from almost nowhere and startled you. Looking to your right, hand frozen in the air from picking up your lemonade cup from the table, you noticed Yoongi’s older brother.

“He does.” you brought the cup to your lips, needing a sip even more now that Jae’s question had your throat drying out. “Why?”

“He’s been staring daggers into anyone who looks at you for longer than five seconds.” the man chuckled and you found yourself doing the same, looking for Yoongi in the crowd and finding him talking to his father a few meters away.

“Well, our pack is pretty peaceful.” you told him with a chest full of pride. “They bickered a little during courting, but it was all in good fun.”

Jae nodded like he understood, but his eyes were still studying you. Almost as if judging something you couldn’t exactly point out. As far as you could tell, Yoongi’s relationship with his older brother was a close one. The fact your mate told him about the sharing was enough proof of that.

“They are all alphas, correct?” he asked and you nodded. “Interesting.”

You didn’t mean to sound indelicate, but your curiosity was bigger than that when you asked: “What are you?”

“You can’t guess?”

You took another sip of the refreshing beverage before placing it back down on the table to look at your future brother in law with your full attention. Jae was a pretty laid back guy, as far as you knew him, someone easy to talk to. He wasn’t intimidating like the alphas you’ve met, but he also wasn’t as soft edged as other omegas.

You opened your mouth to speak a couple of times, but stopped short in doubt.

Taking pity on your inner turmoil, he said:

“I’m a beta, dear sister.”

“Oh!” you couldn’t help but gasp, eyebrows shooting to your hairline. “I never met a beta before.”

“It’s a pleasure to be your first.” Jae winked.

The way the man laughed and looked over your shoulder, straight to your mate, made you wonder if Yoongi was cursing him out for the obvious innuendo. You didn’t feel any type of way about it, not even offended as you knew Jae was only trying to get a rise out of his younger brother.

“But that doesn’t surprise me, we’re a lot smaller in number than alphas and omegas.” he continued. “While alphas are usually headstrong and possessive, and omegas are caring and nurturing, betas are the mediators.”

“Mediators.” you repeated, wanting to hear more.

“We can act as the managers of a pack. Help omegas raise their kids, be the voice of calm to rampage alphas.” Jae waved the air with a flourish.

“That sounds super important, how come every pack doesn’t have one?”

“To put it simply, there aren’t that many of us around. We are a rare gene,” despite his relaxed disposition, you noticed the small scratch to the tip of his nose; a nervous tick you recognized from Yoongi. You understood why when he revealed: “Betas are sterile.”

“Oh, I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay, just means eomma won’t be bugging me for grandchildren.” Jae didn’t even give you time for the meaning of his words to settle before he added: “But I guess, between the two of us, you’re the real rarity, aren’t you, moonchild?”

You didn’t know how to answer that, but thankfully you didn’t have to as Yoongi joined you with a rough bump against Jae’s shoulder.

“Excuse us, sweetheart,” Yoongi held his brother by the back of his neck, much like you’ve seen Seokjin and Hoseok do to the youngest ones of your pack. Glaring at Jae, he warned: “Appa wants to talk to us both.”

“I’m sure he does.” Jae laughed as if he didn’t buy it for a second. “I was just having a harmless conversation with your mate. It’s important she bonds with your family–”

Yoongi’s warning growl even made you a little concerned. Jae, however, threw his hand back in a laugh before lifting his hands up in surrender and walking away in the direction of the main house.

“Sometimes I think I’m the older one.” Yoongi was shaking his head in disbelief, lips pressing into a thin line when you giggled. “I’ll be back in a minute, okay?”

“Don’t worry about me.” you offered him a smile before taking a step closer to him kiss the corner of his mouth. “But don’t be gone too long, or someone less related to you might want to keep me company.”

You better watch it, little human. The alpha warned, exactly who you’ve been aiming to rile up.

“Or what?”

Yoongi didn’t answer you with words, reaching for the back of your neck to hold you in place when he fixed the angle and pressed his mouth to yours. You grinned because he was falling into your trap, gasping as you felt his bite to your lower lip.

Behave.

I promise. You scrunched your nose cutely.

That was Yoongi’s cue to walk in the direction his brother had just gone, leaving you alone again.

All things considered, this party could be a lot worse, you decided. While the older members of Yoongi’s familial pack continuously threw cautionary looks your way, you learned to ignore them. The only thing that bothered you was the chills at the back of your neck that you would get every now and then, as if you were being watched.

Everytime that happened, you knew exactly where it was coming from.

As if on cue, you turned slightly to your left, to where you had seen Yoongi’s aunt last, and there she–

Oh.

Shit.

Aunt Yesoo’s wheelchair was sitting empty on the spot closer to the porch where she’d been all day. You couldn’t help but to be filled with dread as alarm bells rang inside your head. This gathering had been going for hours and you hadn’t seen the old lady move much or even say a word, looking more like a wax figure than a real person.

You started to look around, maybe aunt Ji-in had helped her to the toilet or another family member was caring for the lady, but you couldn’t see her anywhere. Your panic started to rise when you found Mrs. Min laughing with Ji-in and no sign of their older sister.

The forest.

You couldn’t see anything past the line of trees that led into the backyard’s forest, but you knew. Your intuition was screaming at you that aunt Yesoo was in there somewhere and what could you do? Call someone else to go look and risk acting crazy if you were wrong? Or ignore your gut feeling and risk her getting lost or hurt if you were right?

Yoongi.

You called, but your mind was too fuzzy for you to properly reach your mate. You could never use the bond communication in long range situations before, you didn’t think you could do it now.

Just go, it will be fine.

The voice in your head felt a lot like your own, so you decided to follow it.

You didn’t know where you were going when you broke the clearing and stepped into the forest, hoping that the sun stayed in the sky a little longer so you wouldn’t find yourself lost in the darkness.

Your mate will find you. They’ll always find you.

You kept telling yourself that, Yoongi could track you down in a minute, by your scent alone. As soon as felt something was wrong, his protective ass would come running after you. Yeah. You’d be okay.

Just a little more.

Your feet were leading you based on intuitiveness alone. Birds were chirping high up in the trees and leaves were crunching beneath your feet as you rushed.

There!

Aunt Yesoo was standing in a gap between trees, her frail and fragile body trembling as if it took her great effort to have walked this far. If she wasn’t a wolf you didn’t think she’d make it.

“Hello?” you called and Aunt Yesoo obviously heard you when she started to turn around.

It would be like a scene from a horror movie if this wasn’t someone you already knew. Even if you couldn’t know her.

“Can you come with me?” you offered in a small voice as you approached her in soft steps. “Let’s get you back home–”

“It’s you. Isn’t it?” her voice was coarse and thick with lack of use, eyes filled with unshed tears. “Did you see them? Did you see my babies?”

Your heart broke in tiny pieces as the pain behind her questions. You had to swallow the lump in your throat as you gave her a nod.

“Bring them to me!” it was like a switch had been flipped and the woman became hysterical. “Bring them to me! Bring them to me!”

Out of self preservation and instinct alone you flinched and took several steps back when Aunt Yesoo rushed towards you. Her body started to contort itself as if she was about to turn and you panicked.

You might be a moonchild, but you’d never outrun a wolf! Debilitated or not.

In a blink the woman was on you.

Her nails pressed against the skin of your arm and everything went black.

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