TAEKOOK. Kim Taehyung is a male omega whose beauty is unmatched, but that does not stop his fated mate from rejecting him when they come of age to recognize each other. The reason is that Taehyung carries the mark of a barren tree, which signifies i...
The air at Obsidian Grounds crackled with the stench of blood, the howls of the afflicted tearing through the night. Junseo, the former Head Alpha, stood frozen amidst the chaos, his legendary battle instincts momentarily eclipsed by an impossibility. Before him, a whirlwind of silver and grey, was a woman fighting with a ferocity that could only be described as divine. Her movements were fluid, each strike precise, each parry a deadly dance against the grotesque cannibal werewolves Kihyun had twisted into existence.
"Harin?" The name was a whisper on Junseo's lips, barely audible above the chaos of the battle. It couldn't be. She had passed away twenty years ago while giving birth to their son, Jungkook. Yet, every fierce leap, every powerful swing of her blade, every flight of her arrow, every glint of determination in her eyes, resonated with the woman he had loved beyond measure.
A particularly monstrous werewolf lunged at her, its jaws dripping with black ichor. Harin met it with a snarl, her blade a silver blur, severing its head in a single, brutal arc. She spun, her eyes locking onto Junseo's stunned form.
"Junseo! Snap out of it! Move your ass!" Her voice, sharp and commanding, cut through the battlefield noise. "These cannibal wolves won't die by themselves!"
Junseo's mouth gaped open. The woman was exactly as he remembered her - sharp tongue, fearless, and still so hauntingly beautiful, even stained with the grime of battle. A wry, almost delirious smile touched his lips despite the dire situation. Cannibal wolves wanted to devour them, make them their next meal, and here he was, smiling like a fool, lost in the miracle of her return.
Shaking his head, Junseo's wolf instincts roared back to life, fueled by a renewed vigor. He launched himself into the fray, his blows now carrying a desperate, joyful fury. Beside him, Namjoon and Yoongi, their faces grim, fought with practiced coordination. But it was Harin who led the charge, a whirlwind of death against the abominations. Together, they formed an unstoppable unit, pushing the cannibal hordes back and cornering them methodically into an empty expanse of the Obsidian Grounds, far from the pack members' cabins.
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With the cannibals hemmed in, snarling and snapping, Harin turned to Namjoon, her voice unwavering. "Namjoon, use the fireball Helios gave you! Burn them!"
Namjoon, his face a mask of intense concentration, closed his eyes. He reached deep within himself, calling upon the immense power gifted to him. A small, incandescent orb of pure flame shimmered into existence in his palm, growing steadily larger, brighter, and hotter. With a guttural cry, he hurled it, a miniature sun arcing through the twilight. The fireball soared, then expanded mid-air, engulfing the trapped cannibal wolves in a searing inferno.
Shrieks, agonizing and desperate, tore through the air as the immense heat consumed them. The fireball pulsed, chasing anyone who tried to escape its fiery embrace, dragging them back into the heart of the inferno. The air was filled with the stench of burning flesh and the acrid smell of magic. One by one, the monstrous forms dissolved, their screams fading into silence, until nothing remained but swirling ashes, carried on the wind.
