To The Edge Of The Sky| VMinKook

Chapter 11

Jimin pov

"Let go of me!" The desperate scream cut through the stillness of the night, sharp and piercing, reverberating in my ears as I spun around, my heart racing. I strained to locate its source, scanning the shadowy surroundings for any sign of movement. The moonlight barely illuminated the path ahead, casting long, eerie shadows that danced like specters among the trees. Panic surged through me, each echo amplifying the moment's urgency as I desperately searched for the voice, filled with fear and pleading.

Before me stood a man whose presence was as unsettling as captivating. His predatory grin stretched across his face, revealing sharp, white teeth that gleamed in the dim light. Dark eyes, deep and piercing, glinted with a disturbing mix of malice and fascination as if he were appraising me like a rare and exotic treasure. 

With a voice laced with amusement and mockery, he leaned closer, the words dripping like honey from his lips. "How can we leave such a pretty thing?" he sneered, his breath carrying an intoxicating scent that both repelled and intrigued me. "You smell so delicious." His gaze roamed over The pretty boy with an unsettling intensity.

With a swift motion, he grabbed onto a beautiful young man whose features were striking – luminous skin, tousled hair, and eyes that shimmered like precious gems. The boy squirmed violently in the man's grasp, his face contorted in fear and despair. Tears streamed down his cheeks, glistening like tiny crystals that caught the fading light. His lips trembled as he fought for release, each profound sob a testament to his panic and vulnerability.

"Let go of him," the man demanded, his voice firm as he turned to face me, holding the stunning figure in his arms tightly. With tousled hair and striking features, the beautiful man shifted his gaze toward me. His eyes, wide and filled with desperation, seemed to plead for rescue, urging me to intervene and save him from this gripping situation. The tension in the air was palpable as I weighed my options, feeling the moment's weight press down on me.

"Who do you think you are telling us what to do?" The tall man glared down with an intensity that sent shivers down the spine of everyone present. His fingers tightened around the boy's wrists, showing that he held power and anger. The boy's eyes widened in fear, struggling against the firm grip, while the surrounding crowd watched in tense silence, unsure of how this confrontation would unfold.

With a steady gaze and a firm voice, I declared, "It doesn't matter who I am. Just let him go." The urgency in my tone carried a warning, my determination clear as I stood my ground.

He leaned back against the wall, a sly smirk creeping across his lips. "And what if I choose not to? What will you do about it?" he taunted, eyes glinting with mischief as he regarded her defiance.

I chuckle at his foolishness closing my eyes and backing away, in moments the crushing of bones could be heard as my body shifts into my wolf growling at the men.

"What-" Before he could finish, I threw myself onto him and bit hard onto his neck, discarding it away from his head. I step forward to others, but they run off, screaming pathetically. 

A small, delicate voice calls out to me, breaking through the quiet surroundings. I approach, half-expecting him to retreat in fear. Instead, to my astonishment, he rushes towards me. With an innocent fervor, he leaps into my embrace, wrapping his tiny arms around my large, furry form. I can feel his warmth radiating against my fur, and his neck brushes against my nose, allowing me to breathe deeply.

His scent envelops me, an unexpected and enchanting blend—like the rich, damp earth after a refreshing rain. It's a fragrance that captivates my senses and stirs something primal within me, making my wolf want to howl in delight. I lean further into him, savoring the intoxicating aroma that reminds me of nature's soothing rain-soaked embrace.