Pack •Namjoon Hybrid•

Coming to Terms

Surprised? So am I. 

TBH I have really forgotten what I wanted to get to with this book, I lost the little notepad with all the plot on it. So, as I figure out where to take out beloved characters, I am more than happy to possibly incorporate some ideas that you would want to see happen within this story. This is also a slight way to say I'm sorry for such a long wait and a thank you for sticking around? 

That being said please comment any sort of idea/oneshot/headcannon/whatever you had in mind here ---------------> :) 

(I will do my best to incorporate as many as I can) 

Enjoy~

It wasn't the birds, or the sun, or even the busy streets of the city below her that awoke Nahee from her sleep. Hell, it wasn't even her alarm clock that was set to go off in two hours (a fact she groaned about upon realizing she awoke for nothing). It was the soft groan and grunts that came from the body beside hers. 

Namjoon was no small hybrid by any means. In fact, the male was probably one of the largest breeds and frame she had ever seen, even some of the bear hybrids she has rescued had been slightly small compared to him. So, when he seemed to be jostling from his dream-fitted sleep, Nahee knew. Evidently so, it was also that which had awoken her from her opposed dream-less sleep. 

"Hey, Joon." She slightly ruffled the shirt that had gathered around his bicep, the sheer size as they flexed under the imaginary stress had her slightly caught off guard. However, like the good owner and person she was, she preserved to wake the male up. 

"Joonbug~" The slight sing-song voice she used was in hopes that it would be a pitch his ears would register as safe or at least to crack an eye open, but again, to no avail. His terrors however, those seemed to be getting worse by the second. His body now not only tensed and strained, but his voice became more vocal as a low scratchy 'no's' could be heard from him. 

"Namjoon." Nahee's voice became a bit sterner and more panicked as he still refused to wake. Namjoon's body twitched and shook as his once contained outburst became more violent as he began to thrash and kick. Nahee knew this was not in response to her but some memory or PTSD that she had mistakenly missed upon his time with her. She also knew that she needed to wake him in a way that would be less engaging or startling. The worst thing she could do would be to outright put her hands on him and jostle. It was almost laughable at the common sense that left her brain, she knew she should let him wake himself up as it was the safest option for her and for him. However, call it the lack of caffeine or common sense in that moment, all Nahee could think of was how her name tumbled so helplessly from his lips as he called out to her in desperation and pain. 

It was a nightmare about her, and by the sounds of it, she was the object of his pain. 

She just needed to get him up. So, with all reason leaving her body, she braced and shook the male below her. 

"Namjoon!" 

Shooting his eyes wide, reflexes he had gained will in that god-forsaken pit resurfaced as he threw his assailant off of him. The thud of a body was all he heard as his body angled over his opponent, claws drawn, and teeth shown ready to rip the throat out of whoever was beneath him. 

Nahee should've known better, she did know better. As her body hit the wall behind her and then quickly to the ground, she couldn't help but yell at the pain that shot down her spine. Not even a second later, she could feel the oddly cold hand of her hybrid above her, pinning her arm above her head and growling. Normally, someone would be crying and begging for their lives, but Nahee couldn't focus on anything but trying to control her breathing and shuffle as little as possible as the pain down her back throbbed and stabbed her mind and body.