Little Sparrow

Hyunjin woke up to the scent of ash and the sound of death.

Cries of pain were muffled by the walls but were still somehow deafening, echoing in his head but eliciting no sense of worry. The members of his abuser's pack meant little to the malnourished alpha, and the obvious danger that accompanied such sounds meant little to what was left of Hyunjin's wolf.

A part of him was tempted to lay back down and let whatever deadly fate was meant for him claim him in his sleep, but a part of him that should have been killed off long before had him moving before he could think.

On unsteady legs he travelled through the burning halls of the hell he had endured for eight years. Stepped over corpses of wolves who had tormented him for his bloodline. He let his legs carry him towards the source of the chaos, whether he was wishing for death or salvation, even he wasn't sure.

And in the middle of the flames, the blood, and destruction, stood a pack of wolves that Hyunjin had only heard about in stories. A pack filled with formidable adventurers, all trained in killing and known for their merciless tendencies.

A pack Hyunjin approaches without fear, and with resolve, asks for death.

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Stray Kids never meant to adopt a broken wolf into their pack. They were complete as seven, and they had everything they needed within each other. That was until one of their quests ended with a beautiful and tormented heir to a family long gone stepping before them and asking for the mercy of death.

A death they weren't willing to provide. Instead, they took him with them, brought him upon their ship, and casted off from a land Hyunjin had long ago learned to consider hell.