Point Blank Perilous

TWO. Eyes Wide Open

Fanfare all was around. The farther you journeyed into the depths of the school, the more it changed. One way would take you to a regal, extravagant display of arts; the other way, was werewolf territory.

Attempting to catch up with Namjoon's steps while maintaining a focused spirit was more than difficult for Chaeah, who became lost in the crowds of werewolf students partying about. Compared to the sophisticated leisure of the vampires, it was much more overwhelming and joyous.

"Try not to become lost in the crowd," Namjoon advised, speaking as loud as he could over the noise all around. "It's easy to be swayed in."

"I feel like I'm at one of those college parties you see on tv," Chaeah told, ducking her head about and moving around obstacles (people) in a hurry. "Are werewolves such party animals?"

"When you're treated like an animal day in and day out, what's the point in keeping it all in?" Namjoon asked, almost bitterly so. "No werewolf here has ever been treated as anything more than that; an animal. So, people tend to let loose more often than not."

The werewolves definitely dressed more modern compared to the aged appearance of the vampires. Some werewolves had darker skin, some didn't—with all different styles unique to their character. It was night and day.

"Is your pack here?"

"Absolutely not. If they listened, anyway. I told them I'd be back in a matter of minutes and to stay put," Namjoon sighed. "Of course a matter of minutes turned into almost half an entire hour."

"So where are they now?"

"At the pack house."

"I saw those outside on the way here; there are so many. Which one is yours? That tall tan-colored one?" she asked, and his eye twitched.

"No, that would be Jeon Seunggyo's pack..." Namjoon grimaced. "They're the ones who threw this party in the first place. That rat."

"Okay then....so which one is yours?"

"It's not a mansion or anything. It's rather small, but comfortable, and has enough rooms to fit us all," Namjoon brought her through the crowded hallway and to the back door. It was a weird labyrinth of hallways and classrooms, yet somehow the back doors were in a simple straight shot to the far right of the Academy.

Chaeah followed closely, observing almost everything around her...but especially the young man in front of her. Namjoon was tall, toned but not overly muscular, with dirty blonde hair parted in the middle of his face. It wasn't long, but it wasn't too short either. He kept his hands either at his side or behind his back, and he easily took notice at her stares.

"She's staring at me. What do I do?" he thought to himself. "Is it her instinct? Do humans have an instinct like that? No, that isn't possible. There is no way for her to know we're fated mates, right?"

"......" Chaeah whistled.

"I think she is oblivious to it. Good then. It's best she doesn't know, after all, I'm still a stranger," he added hurriedly. "Humans aren't so easily swayed by emotion—not always. This would mean that she wouldn't—couldn't be able to tell the difference in scent and pheromones. Her nose isn't strong enough; too small...."

"Namjoon? Are we here?"

Only then did he realize they had been standing at the front door of the house. An immediate, but small, gasp left his lips, "oh—-. Right."

Chaeah giggled as he scrambled to open and unlock the door. And once it was, a warm and toasty scent was brought to her attention. It was a familiar aura, nothing from memory but a comfortable space. A reminder of a home-like feeling, that's what it felt like.