Claws And Fangs__K.TH_J.JK

Chapter 18

Y/n’s POV;
“Ha-Hansoek?” I breathed, barely able to speak. My heart thudded against my ribs like a drumbeat of dread.

I turned—and there he stood.

In my sanctuary.

Right behind me.

Hansoek.

His crimson eyes locked onto me, feral and glinting with a hunger that chilled my blood.

“My blood,” he whispered darkly, like a vow.

Panic surged through me. My body stiffened. The spatula slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor.

“Back off! Or I’ll rip you apart!” I growled, my voice trembling as I summoned the shift within me. My wolf itched beneath my skin.

Hansoek scoffed. “Tch tch... Little wolf thinks she can kill me? The almighty vampire?” he mocked, stepping closer with a wicked grin.

I tried to mask the fear in my eyes. “Jungkook and Taehyung will tear you to pieces if you lay a finger on me.” I stepped back, voice firm—but I was retreating.

His smirk deepened. “Good. Let them come. I’ll kill them too.”

He advanced. I backed into the counter—the heat of the bubbling curry warming my back, the cold venom of his presence freezing my front.

“D-Don’t come any closer,” I warned, but my voice faltered.

“Your grandmother was brave. You? Just a scared little cub.” His words slithered out, laced with venom.

I snapped.

You do NOT speak about my grandmother.

Without thinking, I grabbed the pan and hurled the boiling curry at his face. A loud, guttural scream tore from his throat as the liquid scorched his skin.

“AHHHHH!”

I shoved him with all my strength and bolted. Mid-run, my bones cracked and twisted—I shifted into my wolf form, pure white, fur rippling as my powerful limbs launched me through the forest.

Behind me, his voice roared like thunder.

“I’LL KILL YOU, BITCH! YOU’LL DIE SCREAMING!”

I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop.

A sudden snarl tore through the forest air.

Jimin?

Before I could react, a flash of black lunged over me—tackling a female vampire mid-air.

It was Emi.

She was about to attack me.

Jimin rolled her into the dirt with a savage growl, pinning her down. He was a massive black wolf now, his fangs bared.

I skidded to a stop and turned, heart in my throat.

“Jimin,” I whimpered, my wolf eyes soft with guilt.

Jimin growled lowly in acknowledgment but didn’t take his eyes off his prey. He circled her, his intent blazing through his movements.

“Filthy wolf,” Emi hissed, standing. “You think you can take me down?”

I snarled in response, stepping beside Jimin.

We circled her together. He looked at me, and I understood his plan.

A distraction.

I lunged first—baiting her, nothing more. Emi turned to me, ready to attack.

That’s when Jimin struck.