Collision

Chapter 116

Panting, Jeongguk clung tighter to the rancid smelling fur, the taste of the Beta's blood in his mouth was enough to make his stomach roll dangerously. The chest never rose, and never fell, but Jeongguk refused to let go.

"Guk, it's okay, let go now."

The voice was familiar, but Jeongguk couldn't place it. He growls louder, biting tighter to the broken spine and shredding the fur and skin. Blood pours into his mouth, bitter and clinging to the roof of his mouth like ash.

"Guk, sweetheart, it's okay, you're alright," the voice continues, and fuck, Jeongguk knows that voice. He knows it, because he grew up with it. He knows it. "Please, Gukkie, let go. Come back. Come back, Gukkie."

And Jeongguk wants to go back. He wants to follow the voice, the scent of sunflowers that banished the rotten Beta's scent. He wanted his mate, the scent of him clogging his nose,and his veiny, pale hands grasping at his waist.

"Guk, come back. Listen to me. It's okay. He's dead. He's gone. We have to go now. You did it, sweetheart. You did it, I promise. Come back to us now," the voice presses, then there is a feeling of a cold nose brushing over his ear.

Blinking, Jeongguk gasps lightly at the sensation of it against his fur. He could feel the cold ground beneath his paws, the way his tail was burning, aching, and the deep aches along his back that warned of bruising. He felt the cold nose against his fur, and the way his body was shaking so harshly that his jaws were clicking further against the ground bone.

Sucking air in sharply, Jeongguk releases the spine with a flurry of movements. Jimin stumbles back, falling on his haunches, but relief was clear in his searching orange gaze. Jeongguk was panting, staring towards Jimin with round eyes.

"Hey, easy, sweetheart. It's okay. You're okay," Jimin whispers, scrambling to his paws, but makes no move to approach. "Deep breaths. There you go. It's okay. You're okay."

"Be-beta," Jeongguk whispers, eyes darting towards the carcass. It was obvious he was dead. He was lying still, rigor mortis had set it in, and his eyes were open, nothing more than glass from where they stared at nothing.

"Dead. You did it, Guk. he's gone. He can't- he can't get you or Yoongi anymore."

"Yoongi?"

Mate. Jeongguk's mate. He searched the cave, but could find nothing of silver fur or honeysuckle scent.

"He is with us- we managed to create distance between the fight and the humans, but you have been gone for hours, so we split up. We had to find you," Jimin explains, swinging his head around to peer towards the entrance of the cave. "Can you run?"

"I want- I want Yoongi."

"He- he is still unconscious. He hit his head real bad from the blast. Hobi says he is okay, he just might have a mild concussion, but he has remained knocked out for a while," Jimin says quietly. He straightens, orange tail swinging behind him. The concern in his eyes is oozing. "Come on, Guk. Let's get to the others."

Jeongguk clambers unsteadily to his paws. He can feel his body tremor, the emptiness in his mind from where Yoongi is supposed to be, and he hates it. He hates not being able to feel him, to know he was alright, but he follows Jimin.

He follows Jimin out of the cave, ignoring the bodies of wolves- so many wolves- and the stench of death. He follows him past his mother, serene, and past his father that had been the reasons he was gone in the first place.

Jeongguk just follows Jimin without really looking around, even though the sun had risen, and casted the night away. There was no real relief from it this time around. Because all the sun did was shine it's light on the massacre of the night.