You First || Kim Taehyung

You First Episode 1

"Professor Angel, will our test cover the subjects on this field trip?" A student asked.

Angel smiled sweetly, "Yes it will, I hope you were all paying attention, many students report that they found this test a little tricky."

"Psh, tricky. Since when was art complicated?" Henry, a top student huffed cockily. He puffed out his chest, turning slightly to see if any of the girls were secretly admiring him. None of them were.

Professor Gilbert Macknee, another art teacher, had combine both his class and Angel's to take a field trip into the forest for the first time. The students had to collect certain herbs for their journals that would be graded at the end of the semester. Professor Gilbert was a tall man in his late twenties with light blonde hair that glittered in the setting sun. The two professors walked around making sure students did not leave anything behind as they returned to their dorms. "Professor Macknee, we're ready," one of his students called.

"Okay, I'm coming. Oh, Miss Angel, I think I left one of the textbooks back at the river. Would you be so kind as to grab it real quick before your class leaves?" Gilbert asked the teacher with black hair.

"Of course, I'll hand it back to you next week," Angel offered, waving off the other class.

"I'll go get it for you!" Bovey, a student known for being kind and getting all A's in his classes, offered.

"That's okay, you guys need to rest and study for the test next Tuesday. Hurry and catch up with Mr. Macknee's class. I'm going to head home right after, so tell the bus driver not to wait on me," Angel insisted, throwing her bag over her shoulder.

Bovey pursed his lips, unconvinced whether he should let her go, but Angel waived her hand at the class to hurry and catch up with Gilbert's class.

Angel walked along the path quickly, since the sun was beginning to set. She pulled her phone out of her pocket to shine the flashlight on the path. As she walked, the hairs on the back of her neck rose, giving her a feeling that someone was watching her. A rustle of leaves near her to her left caused her to freeze and shine her light in the general area, waiting for something to reveal itself. After a while of silence, Angel hurried off into the night. Once she reached the river, she scanned the ground where they had sat, searching for an art book. The wind began to pick up around her, sending a chill down her spine. Again she heard the snapping of twigs behind her. Her poor heart seemed to stop as she inhaled sharply in shock. A pack of very large wolves stood watching her, their eyes shining against the light of her phone.

Angel stumbled over rocks and thick protruding roots of the Mantchel Forest. Her body was shivering from the cold icy wind that blew her black locks in all different directions at the same time, giving her an afro. Her knees were scraped and bleeding along with a large gash on her forehead. The night was icy and windy. The moonlight barely penetrated the foggy air, but it served as the only light she could depend on.

Angel's right shoe got caught on a bush filled with nothing but thorns. She ripped her leg from the bush, causing more scratches to decorate her tanned bronze skin. As she struggled to catch her footing, she tripped over a root, twisting her right ankle. She scrambled to her feet and ran again, slipping into a rushing shallow puddle of water. Soaked in icy water and her blood scent already marking her position, left the woman in a hysterical state. Her adrenaline had run out, and she felt she could barely take any more steps. She was lost in a forest all by herself. She was going to die a terribly painful death. She sat exhaustively on a rock to contemplate her short-lived life before the pack of wolves chasing her would devour her whole. Her feet were propped up by another stone, her arms rested on her knees, holding her head. She lifted head slightly as the pack of wolves arrived. Her eyes met with the first wolf she saw.

He was obviously the alpha, coming in front, half a foot taller than the rest, and dark brown shining eyes. If she looked close enough to study him, she may have seen some nicely sculpted muscles beneath his fur, but she was too tired to notice such accessories. His teeth were bared, it was clear, he was hungry. He had silver fur that shined snow-white in the moonlight. He growled at Angel with his ears tilted back, ready to pounce.

Angel dropped her head back onto her forearms exhausted with holding her head up. Her head alone weighed about ten pounds, holding it up for a long amount of time took effort. She let out a sob, "I'm gonna die...Mom, I love you. Try not to burn all the Korean Beef you cook?" was all she could think of. Angel's sense slowly dulled out, but she could feel the presence of all the over wolves near her, step by step inching closer to their prey. She felt one of them circling her, still keeping himself in front of the rest. "If I die, give my Penny Piggy Bank to Susana, she said she wanted to get a new black car," Angel continued to mutter to herself. Her body shivered as she heard the alpha growling louder and baring his teeth as he circled her. The other wolves growled in response, but they slowly began to retrace their steps in sulky defiance.

A minute later, Angel felt a slight nudge on her shoulder. She turned her head to look up. She saw a man with silver hair and dark sparkling brown eyes. He had white hair, but he was obviously in his twenties. He didn't say anything and his blank facial expression had no emotion. Angel looked about her, scanning for other wolves, but there were none. "Oh, my gosh. Did you scare them away? Thank you," she managed, throwing her arms around his neck in relief. The next second she sunk back down on her bum because she couldn't stand on her sore feet and pulled calves.

"Do you need help getting home?" The man asked. His voice was rich, smooth, and deep. If Angel's heart had any power left to spare, it probably would have jumped and lurched at how nice it sounded, but she was out of it, incapable of that luxury.

Angel nodded tiredly, "I live somewhere. I don't know where. It looks like a building with bricks and wood. It has a door in the front...I can't remember," she mumbled.

The man shook his head and attempted to help her stand. Angel only leaned on him as her eyes shut. The man grunted in annoyance. "You're not helpful in any way, whatsoever," he called to her. He received no answer. Groaning, he picked her up with one arm under her knees and the other under her shoulder blades. He began walking back the way she had come running. A few seconds later, he felt her hands around his neck tug at his hair, "hehe, your hair is so sof..." she giggled

The man cocked an eyebrow, "You. Are. Weird."

"Woofs are scary," she said before blacking out.

"I'm not a wolf. I'm a werewolf. I'm much more dangerous."