CHAPTER 06 | THE LONE WOLF "The fear of loneliness will soon turn into a soothing melody you'd want to only listen to." ___
JEON JUNGKOOK
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The stench of death was thick in the air, heavy and choking as it filled every corner of the Jeon home. Jungkook could smell it—sickening and foul—and it clawed at his lungs with every breath he took. His family was dying, fading away like shadows in the moonlight, and there was nothing he could do to stop it.
His mother, once the backbone of the pack, was nothing now but a broken shell. She lay in her bed, her breaths shallow, wheezing with every inhale as the sickness overtook her. It wasn't just her. His siblings, too—those who still lived—were no better. Some burned with fever, their skin hot and pale, others lay unconscious, their bodies too weak to fight. And the ones who had already died—Jungkook couldn't even look at them. The sickness wasn't just poisoning their bodies. It was killing their very souls.
It had started with the water. The Zivians had poisoned their only source of life, the very river that had fed the pack for centuries. And now, one by one, his family was succumbing to it. Poison. Slow. Insidious. As if it were crawling through their veins, whispering promises of death. There was no escape.
He could hear his mother's breath now, ragged and strained, the sound cutting through him like a blade. His fists clenched so tightly his claws dug into his palms, drawing blood. His throat burned with the need to scream, to rip something apart. To tear them apart. The Zivians were behind this—he knew it. They had tainted the river. They had brought this sickness, this plague, to his people. They were hunting them, starving them, tearing their lives apart—and now his pack, his family, was dying because of it.
The Zivians hadn't just poisoned the water. They had butchered the animals—taken every single creature they could find in the forests surrounding their home. The wolves, the deer, the bears—they were all slaughtered and left to rot, bones picked clean by vultures. Jungkook had seen it. He had seen the bodies, the waste, the message they were sending. We will starve you out.
His entire world was unraveling, piece by piece. The pack was dying. His family was dying. And the rage inside him was suffocating, but there was nothing he could do. No one could help them—not now. They were too far gone.
Jungkook's eyes flickered to his father, Jeon Bleddyn, standing by the window. The once mighty Alpha of their pack, now reduced to a shadow of the man he used to be. Bleddyn's shoulders slumped, his posture broken. His face was gaunt, his eyes hollow, the fight drained from him like water through a sieve. The sickness had taken him too.
Jungkook's voice cut through the heavy silence, raw and full of bitterness. "What the hell are we supposed to do now?" His words were harsh, desperate. "How much longer, Father? They're all dying. All of them."
