The Blood of Fate ✧ min yoongi ✓

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CHAPTER 08 | DISTRUST
"Live to the point it tears you apart."
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KIM NAMJOON

Before my mind can even process what was happening, I'm pinned down against the floor with a sharp blade, wet with fresh blood, just hovering centimeters away from my throat. My body becomes paralyzed. My first thought is that Y/N is dangerously strong for a human. She apparently has enough strength to make me be in this position. And me as a pack leader, it's quite embarrassing.

To compare her to an adversary was a mistake. At dinner, I irritated her by likening her stubbornness to that of her father. It's hazardous enough that her rage was aroused by his name alone. I am aware that what I did was bad, but I didn't anticipate it to become that serious. Although I was annoyed by her rudeness, I suppose I was also unpleasant.

I clinched my teeth and firmly grasped her wrist. It appeared bizarre how cold her skin was. I was nervous but I should focus on the fact that Y/N is actively attempting to murder me right now. In an attempt to remind her of who I am, I let out a roar while showing my wolf teeth—but nothing seemed to break through her. She does not quiver in fear or hesitate.

I flinch as she brings the dagger closer to my throat. Blood drips from the skin where the blade has pierced it. Y/N exhales, "It's honestly such a disappointment that you, as a wolf, is so easy to take down." She grunts.

"I appreciate the reminder," I said in a mocking tone. She reacts by exerting extra pressure, which causes both of our arms to tremble.

As my black fur begins to protrude from my skin, my hands quickly change into claws. I tighten my hold on her wrist so that my nails will have the same impact as the blade. Blood started to flow out as they started to dig themselves into her skin. Surprisingly, she makes absolutely no response. Considering how frequently Axel has tortured her, it might not be shocking. She might be numb to it all.

"Got finer ideas than that?" she grins.

"Perhaps. I'll simply rip my claws into your insides." I answered.

"That's so nice of you. I do need a massage, afterall."

I finally allowed my wolf essence to escape and take control of my body. But in the middle of the transition, it began to whimper. I am filled with confusion when I return to my normal form. Even though I can feel my wolf growling inside of me, he continues to reject my attempts to call him. I pleaded with it to come, but the intimidating aura kept it away.

"What the fuck?" I cried out as I became aware that if my wolf rejects me, not only am I totally defenseless and weak, but I also risk dying at any moment. Y/N is the type who doesn't think twice. But how is she managing to achieve this?

No human scared my wolf side.

She doesn't say anything, but she keeps proceeding to make a rough attempt to make me bleed more than I already am. I writhed and fought to get away from the blade, but all I managed to do was widen the wound. It's obvious that Y/N has been trained for this kind of situation and that this isn't her first experience.

How many victims did she have to kill before she was this skilled?

I would call for help, but before I can even breathe, she'll plunge the dagger into my throat. Y/N is staring right into my eyes as I'm doing the same. How her [your eye color] eyes never seem to leave mine, her menacing look. I see how her hatred has made her blind.

Suddenly, the woods are overtaken by a powerful dark energy. Everything appeared to become shadowy, and even though I have the ability to see through the darkness of the night, but this time—I was unable to see a thing. Time seemed to have frozen, and I became anxious. In addition to the smell of rotting flesh and exposed blood, death has a distinct smell. And I most definitely scented it all around. No one can smell it unless they are right on the edge of it.