Wolf Boys || Jaebeom + Mark + Jackson + Jinyoung (Got7)

chapter 05

Jaebeom was a royal pain in the ass.

Given the stress of the previous day, you wanted to keep some semblance of routine. Waking in the morning feeling fully rested, you smiled at the sleeping wolf boys huddled around you. Quietly on nimble tiptoes, you stepped out into the fresh air and shifted into your beast form.

Stretching your back with a low arch, you yawned loudly and sniffed the wind. The morning was crisp and cool; a delight to wake up to. You gave yourself a shake to stoke the flames within, golden fur flowing, and prepared to dance among the trees as you always did.

Jaebeom appeared from the door and cleared his throat to get your attention, folding his arms. You turned to him and cocked your head curiously. In your current forms, this would be one of the few times you towered above him.

"Where are you going?" the alpha asked aloud.

For a run, you told him with an excited, furious wag of your tail.

He lifted a brow, though you could sense him fighting a smile at your exuberance. "By yourself?"

You bobbed your furry head and replied, Yes.

"No."

You snorted in consternation and exclaimed, Why not?

Jaebeom roamed his eyes across your true form. A more beautiful she-wolf he had never seen. You were delicately built, but strong and swift, and your golden irises were made all the more stunning by your lustrous tawny coat.

"You are a sexually mature female," he finally said.

If you could roll your eyes, you would have, but instead you gave a chuff and groaned, Oh, get out of my face, Jaebeom.

The man turned violently into a wolf and rounded into your path, releasing a sharp rumble of warning that resonated from his chest. He was much bigger than you, males always were, but you stared up at him in defiance, unafraid.

I will bite you, you threatened irritably, scowling at the midnight wolf glaring down at you.

Jaebeom deadpanned, I will survive.

His tone was dangerous and you knew you were playing with fire. It was all too familiar and reminded you of the males of your birth pack that protected your mother with such overbearing dedication. Especially the alpha, your father.

Energy was overflowing in every corner of your being. It had to come out or you would burst and become destructive. Gathering your strength, you darted past Jaebeom and cleared the stairs with ease. A she-wolf was swift and agile. A contrast to her husky male counterparts.

Your paws tore through the ground as you ran as fast as you could physically manage. It felt so good, stretching your legs, making your muscles burn with the effort. Fire coursed through your veins and when you exerted your strength in your true form, you burned in harmony with the magic that made you who you were.

Jaebeom was fast; much faster than you anticipated. As you sprinted between the trees, you caught sight of his ebony shadow in your periphery, flanking your path. Once in a small clearing, he collided into you as gently as he could, but at the pace you were going the two of you rolled in a crashing heap across the ground.

If you were annoyed before, you were infuriated now.

Jaebeom, I will bite you!

The alpha said nothing as your threat rang repeatedly in his mind, but gave you your first glimpse of snaking behavior. He pinned his ears back, lowered his head, and tried to steer you back toward the house. Bristling with anger that you were being herded like some broodmare, you flattened your ears against your skull, planted your paws in the earth, and growled with all of your fangs bared.