Scentless

INNER WOLF

"I don't know myself well either. Then who would know? (Who knows?)"– The Last – Agust D

I've had it with you, Yoongi scolds his inner wolf.

It's been a week since he removed Namjoon's stitches and yet, every time he's gone out to patrol or even just to release some sexual tension away from the omegas, his wolf has dragged him to Namjoon's. He's tried to fight it, worried about straining their budding friendship, but every time he tries to turn away he always finds his paws trotting along a now familiar path.

The omegas, for their part, are handling his frequent visits to the alpha as well as can be expected. They don't say much, but they smother him with affection whenever he returns. He isn't entirely sure they aren't jealous, but there is nothing he can do about it other than reassure them that he loves them both and would never abandon them.

"Hello," a deep voice calls to him from the house at the base of the cliff. Namjoon is waiting, robe in hand, as if he'd known Yoongi was coming.

Of course, he did. The trees probably told him.

Yoongi trots right up to him, shifting and immediately donning the robe. He offers a smile and a hello in return.

"I found something," Namjoon says, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

A far cry from the darkness that was there a week ago.

"Wait, really?" Yoongi replies, his voice nearly cracking.

"Yes, come in! I've got tea."

Yoongi follows the alpha inside, taking his usual place on the loveseat where a mug of mint tea is waiting for him. He inhales the delightful aroma, too intrigued to drink.

Ever since he told Namjoon his story, the alpha has redoubled his research into the origins of his grandmother's stories. He's spent every moment Yoongi isn't with him scouring the rather large collection of books and journals that had belonged to his pack, in search of the information.

"What did you find?" Yoongi asks, his tone serious.

Namjoon sits next to Yoongi, forgoing his usual spot in one of the armchairs. Yoongi does his best to ignore the way the larger man's thigh presses against his own as Namjoon leans over the table, dragging an old leather journal closer. He cracks it open, turning to a page bookmarked with a leaf. Yoongi eyes the foreign letters, wishing not for the first time that he had Namjoon's ability to understand multiple languages. When he'd asked about it, Namjoon had replied with 'it was part of my training'.

"My great aunt wrote about a story she heard from druids that came from a land of ice, far across the northern ocean," Namjoon says.

"A land of ice? Why would druids live in a land of ice?"

"There is life to be found everywhere," Namjoon explains sagely. "But that's not the point. The point is, the pack they spoke of sported pure white pelts, and crystal blue eyes."

"Like my wolf," Yoongi breathes, understanding.

"Like your wolf," Namjoon confirms.

There might actually be others like me out there.

"What else did it say?"

"Apparently," Namjoon begins, "several packs emerged from a glacial canyon when a massive earthquake split one of the walls, opening a pathway. They had been isolated for as long as their historians had kept records. They didn't mingle much with the other arctic packs, and when they did it was bloody. They were wild and instinctual. In fact, they didn't even speak the same language. Those things, and their tendency to move across the land largely undetected, earned them a name you might find amusing. They were referred to as the white wraiths."