The atmosphere inside was a wild contrast to that outside.
The streets lay barren, and Namjoon saw the occasional soldier run around for water or some medical supplies. He could hear all of their thoughts clearly. The little boarder intrusion was simmering down, and little to no harm was done to the pack.
Appearantly the rogues had just run into the pack for a hunt. It wasn't a surprise, dry season was coming soon. Namjoon expected this, it happened every year, almost as tradition.
All the wounded rogues left behind would be treated, then returned to the borders. It was unfortunate they couldn't be offered food to take along, as the pack itself has to survive the long four months of a dry spell.
Jimin and Seokjin were asleep on their bed behind the Alpha, the younger curled into a ball out of habit while the older omega stayed spread out, one arm clutching a pillow as an empty chips wrapper sat in his lap.
Namjoon got a hint who was the little spoon in Seokjin and Yoongi's relationship.
"Namjoon." a voice cut through the crowded pack link, making all the others silence, as the Head had spoken.
"Everything is clear now, make your way out to help with the wounded." The Head's voice rung through Namjoons head, making him nod to himself and curtly answer a yes.
It feels disappointing, going to only pick the ruins of war. However, Namjoon hurries out after slipping on some shoes and smooching Jimin on the forehead.
He zipped through the residence quickly, landing by the war's carnages in no time.
The scene was gruesome, to say the least.
Injured wolves were being carried back by the pack nurses or their mates, and the rogues' dead were being cleared.
Must it resolute to a fight every year?
"You're here, at last." The alpha heard Kyungsoo next to him and sighed.
"Took you a while, playing Tea Party with your little slave?" the shorter chuckled smugly; Namjoon had to clench his fists in order to avoid cresting a scene.
"Shut up, Kyungsoo. Right now, or you'll be worst than those rogues. Didn't you have enough last time?" The alpha growled, about to turn around to face the short bastard, however, another familiar voice halted him.
"Joon hyung, come here!" Jungkook called, waving his hand over towards an injured rogue; had it not been his brother, Kyungsoo would have been unable to stand.
The alpha wordlessly turned around, walking over to his brother with a roll of his eyes and clenched fists before lifting the rogue wolf with Jungkook and carrying him to the treatment center.
Hoseok's mate, Chanyeol, could be seen cluttering around with other male and female pack nurses tending to the wounded. The place was packed, with a permanently pungent stench of blood harbouring home in the treatment center. Jungkook scrunched his nose at he placed the wolf on a bed quickly before staggering out again.
The tall alpha took an analyzing look around, finding unfamiliar faces in majority. The number of rogues were increasing day by day, perhaps consequent to pack leaders taking on tyrant personas.
Namjoon could only hope to not have his pack members leave and be desolate like that.
After making sure that all was running smooth, and even helping a few female nurses around with their hefty patients, Namjoon left to carry around the injured and burry the dead.
He misses Jimin's round cheeks, suddenly. He could have contacted the omega to see if he was okay but they were not bonded mates just about yet. Jimin needs time, and he's willing to wait.
The young alpha continues to direct people around with an inward sigh, helping his brother and friends out while carrying bleeding soldiers or rogues. While ordering more hospital beds to be put in place, a small voice calls out to him in the distance, making notes only his but many other heads turn.
"Joonie!" Jimin stands in a large shirt and cardigan, cutesy jeans pulled over his slim legs.
Unintentionally, the alpha cracks a smile, gesturing the little one to wait before he quickly finishes what he was doing and jogs hurriedly over. He can hear some snorts, awes and scoffs but he pays no mind to them.
Jimin stands there nervously, biting his lip as he looks around at the injured wolfs and bloody hospital workers. He wrings his hands behind his back, shoes silently digging down into the dirt and his mate approaches.
"Hey precious, why are you here?" the tall alpha asks softly, a palm gently running over his mate's soft hair.
"You weren't at home, so...so... I came to check. Got scared that you'd be hurt," and then quickly, to hide his embarrassment, Jimin stuffs his face in Namjoon's hard chest.
The older grins, chuckling lowly sad he pats the omega's back, quickly kissing his head only to hear him gasp in surprise.
"It's not very pretty out here, sweetheart. Go home and I'll come back in a while. Make a picture for me? I'll see it when I get home, little artist."
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I'm aliveeeeee! This book has gotten kinda famous so I'm inspired to update regularly again. Ill try once every week :)
