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Phoenix pt 2

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Genre: Mature audience (18+ only)

Warning(s): Mentions of blood, sex, abuse (physical and emotional), major character death, mental health, etc

WC: 4.5k

Summary: Relationships aren’t always what you get. Sometimes it’s hard and heavy, other times it’s messy and disgusting. When it comes to wolves, that’s completely different within itself. Park Jimin, the leader of a small pack hidden in the forests of South Korea has had a rough life. The things given to him were given because of a tragic ending to a chapter in his life. This new chapter is the story of how he almost lost everything he holds close to his heart, which includes his life.

A/N: I’m scheduling these posts so y’all won’t get bombarded with them lol

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Jimin didn't know what happened after Demrius fell onto those two wolves. It seemed as if his instincts had taken over, blacking everything out for him. Later that evening, Ezra had explained that she was the one to had to knock her husband out to protect that poor woman. She didn't seem to mention how they ended up back in their small house within the pack, but that was information that Jimin didn't necessarily need to know. The image of two dead wolves was burned in his memory, and he couldn't seem to shake the feeling off. The way the two beasts looked is what angered the alpha more than anything in this world. They seemed so helpless, so lifeless, and worst of all, it seemed as if it was another wolf attack. It seemed as if these wolves were torn to shreds without any remorse. Since he was so lost in his thoughts, Jimin didn't realize that he was already chewing on his fingernails. It was a horrible habit of his since his parents' death.

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?

In this moment, she didn't have to worry about anything but herself and that was all that she could ask for. Because she knew the road ahead of her was going to be difficult, so it was best to start somewhere small.

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