A week after Felix's encounter with the wolf, life was back to normal. He hadn't dared step foot into the woods again since, instead resigning himself to losing some money on bus fees. He hadn't run into Jisung since that following morning, either, and Felix didn't entirely know how to feel about that.

His phone, while cracked, still functioned properly, which was a relief. He had half-expected to find the weirdo's contact in it, and been both pleasantly surprised and mildly disappointed to find out it wasn't the case.

Despite falling back into a routine, Felix had been torturing himself over those strange encounters – if, IF, he was willing to believe in anything remotely supernatural, then the most obvious answer was that Jisung was a... werewolf.

But that didn't make any sense. Werewolves weren't real, right?

Right!?

He felt like he was going positively insane. At that point, he was almost ready to just give up and go back to the woods to get some answers, but there was still a rational part of him that held him back – he had been lucky enough to survive that one night and not become wolf chow, why would he tempt Fate now?

It's not like he could tell anyone, either. His friends either wouldn't believe him, or would outright call the local fauna control services to have the wolf pack removed from the woods – and as scared as he had been, he didn't want the animals to be hunted down or hurt, it's not like they had harmed anyone before.

So Felix was on his own with a thousand of questions, constantly replaying the events of that night and the following morning while trying to make sense of a puzzle that still lacked a few center pieces.

That might be the reason why he noticed the man entering the convenience store where he was having a late dinner after an evening shift at his part-time job. The man's style already stood out greatly, his clothes dark and his hair styled back, but what really made Felix tense was the black ink covering his left hand.

He had been focusing on so many details pertaining to his encounters with the wolf and Jisung, he couldn't help but focus on the all-too-familiar tattoo.

He still couldn't make out what it represented, exactly, but Felix was instantly hit by how much it resembled Jisung's. It was dark and detailed, but the man was too far away for Felix to properly see it – and he was quick to avert his gaze when the man, seemingly sensing he was being observed, abruptly looked in his general direction.

The moment the mysterious man paid for his stuff and left the convenience store, Felix couldn't help himself – he wanted answers, and he really thought he was going to lose his mind if he didn't get some proper explanation soon. So, ignoring the absurdity of the situation, he quickly picked up his bag and rushed out after him.

He was thankful to find the tattooed man still in sight and, mindful to keep his distances, Felix started following him, hoping he'd guide him to Jisung. He kept on internally screaming, though, wondering why he was acting like such a creep instead of just walking up to him and outright asking if he knew the blue-eyed boy.

Felix didn't know for how long he followed the tattooed man. At some point, they left the more populated area of the city and started roaming the smaller streets, and a tinge of worry started growing as it became darker outside, the sun now long having set.

What am I even doing? He groaned internally as the man took another turn, this time into an alley. Shit, I should just go home...

But he kept on walking, and eventually turned into the alley too. It was even darker in there, and it took a moment for Felix to realize it was actually a dead-end.

Wait, what? Where did he—

One second Felix was staring dumbly at the brick wall further ahead of him and, the next, something rammed into his side and harshly slammed him into the sidewall. He let out a strangled nose as pain flared in his back, panic settling in as he realized the man he had been following was now pining him to the wall, his pale green eyes almost alight with barely restrained anger.

"Who are you and why are you following me?" he snapped.

Felix let out a small whimper when the man's grip on his collar tightened. "I- I'm sorry! I just- I just saw your tattoo, and it looked like Jisung's, and I figured you might know him but I didn't know how to ask so—ack!"

His feet weren't even touching the ground anymore, the man practically lifting him up by his collar with inhuman strength. Felix's panicked babbling got caught in his throat as the man's eyes flashed with an eerie glow that reminded him of a certain wolf's.

"How do you know Jisung!?"

"He- he's—" What the fuck do I say!? "A friend...?"

He tried his best not to make it sound like a question, but it was hard to lie when the man holding him looked so dangerous. There was a moment of silence, before the man abruptly released him. Felix slid down the wall, gasping as his heart picked up an erratic pace, curling up a bit on himself when the man loomed dangerously over him.

"Jisung doesn't have friends," he growled, obviously not believing him. Then, without warning, he grabbed Felix's wrist and pulled him up. "Come on – we're going to settle this proper. And if you try to scream or run, I'll confiscate your kneecaps."

Felix let out a small, scared nose, and he didn't have much of a choice but to follow as the man dragged him along, his fingers wrapped so tightly around his wrist Felix knew for a fact that there would be bruises later.

After about five minutes of speed-walking – and Felix almost falling flat on his face three times because the man was walking too fast for him to follow – they turned into another alley – another dead-end, but this one had a staircase in the ground that led to a door, like those entrances to seedy bars Felix always saw in the movies.

He was dragged down the stairs, and the man used a key to unlock the door. The moment it was opened, Felix was pulled inside, and dread settled in his guts as the door slammed shut and locked automatically behind them.

Am I going to die...?

He hated how he had had that thought twice in a single week.

The man pulled him along, seemingly able to see where he was going despite the almost complete darkness of the room. Just as Felix's eyes started adjusting, they abruptly stopped before another door.

The moment it was opened, Felix was momentarily blinded by a sudden brightness, but he didn't have the time to adjust as, without warning, the man roughly shoved him inside, releasing his wrist at the same time.

Felix stumbled with a yelp and ungraciously crashed on floor, holding his sore wrist against his chest as his shoulder collided with the wooden floor. The chatter that had been previously filling the room had cut off abruptly and, a moment later, the background music was also paused.

Still prone on the floor – which he absentmindedly noticed was quite clean, despite his first impression of being in a sketchy underground bar – Felix distantly heard the other door shut firmly in the background.

He wasn't getting out by force, that much was obvious.

"What the hell, Minho?" snapped an unknown voice from somewhere to his left.

"He was following me. Said he recognized my tattoo. Said he's Jisung's friend."

There was a scoff further away, followed by the sound of boots hitting the floor as whoever had just scoffed jumped to their feet. Felix stayed completely still, the air suffocating enough to make him freeze entirely in fright.

"That's absurd. I don't have—" The footsteps stopped directly in front of the prone freckled boy. "Felix!?"

The air... shifted. The previous suspicion and wariness had lessened, making place for general confusion, but Felix was too relieved to hear the familiar voice to really pay attention to the rest. He finally dared to lift his head, almost instantly meeting all-too-familiar icy-blue irises.

"Jisung..."

"So you do know him," concluded the man who had brought Felix in the first place – Minho, if he had heard properly. "What's going on here, Ji?"

Jisung crouched before Felix, ignoring his friend as he stared at the freckled boy with a deep frown marring his beautiful features.

"Why were you following Minho?"

Felix gulped. "Your- your tattoos looked the same. I- I figured that if I- if I wanted some answers, I'd find them- find them with you."

"Answers?" echoed another voice to his right.

As much as he wanted to, though, Felix couldn't look away from Jisung, once again trapped in his mesmerizing gaze, so he didn't see who had spoken up. However, the lack of outright hostility made him a little braver and, with Jisung acknowledging that they indeed knew each other, he figured it couldn't hurt to speak up.

"What- what happened? That night... that night, in the forest... that was you, wasn't it?" He had dreamt of asking that question for days, now, and he didn't know which answer he would rather prefer. "You were... you were the wolf, weren't you...?"

A beat.

A moment of stillness.

Then, a loud curse, followed by even louder clamors.

"What the fuck, Jisung!?"

"You can't be serious!"

"Are you fucking kidding me!?"

Felix tensed as the other people around – hell, he couldn't even tell how many there were at that point – started getting rowdier, shouting over each other and growing more agitated by the second.

In front of him, Jisung had closed his eyes, having obviously expected such a reaction. Just as the freckled boy was about to ask for a proper explanation, though, a hand suddenly latched onto his collar and pulled.

He let out a strangled noise as his feet left the ground for the second time that night, his new captor casually lifting him as if he weighted nothing more than a feather.

"No one saw you guys together, right? We can just kill him and get rid of the body – there, problem solved, right?"

Felix's eyes widened in fright but, before he could even try to plead for his life, a loud, threatening growl cut through the current cacophony, effectively silencing everyone.

It took Felix a moment to realize it came from Jisung.

"Hurt him and I will kill you," he hissed, baring his teeth that suddenly appeared even sharper than in Felix's memory. "Put him down!!!"

The unexpected display of hostility was enough to shock Felix's new captor who, after a moment of hesitation, slowly lowered Felix back to the ground.

The moment his feet touched the wooden floor and the grip on his collar loosened, the freckled boy instinctively ran back to Jisung, practically throwing his arms around the boy's waist and hiding his face in the crook of his neck, trembling in fear.

Much to his relief, Jisung closed his arms around him without missing a beat, his hold tight and protective – and Felix could no longer stubbornly deny how attracted he was to the jerk, or how safe he felt in his embrace.

"... you imprinted on him."

"I did," confirmed Jisung, almost defiantly.

One of his hands came to rest behind Felix's head, pushing his face even more into his neck, and the boy was all too happy to submit and comply, feeling almost boneless in his hold, for some reason.

There were murmurs around them now, a buzzing noise Felix couldn't catch a word of because they were speaking so low. Jisung didn't say anything else, simply rubbing his back soothingly to calm him down and slow his erratic heartbeat.

He didn't understand what they meant by Jisung having "imprinted on him" but, hopefully, it meant he wouldn't be killed tonight.

And then, all of the emotions and stress of the previous week came back and hit him like a brick. Crashing from the sudden spike of emotional distress the last half-hour or so had caused him took its toll on his body and, with Jisung's warm embrace, homely scent, and comforting gesture, Felix could only close his eyes and let himself drift off to sleep.

.

When Felix came to, the first thing he noticed was how comfortingly warm he was. Slowly reconnecting with reality, his eyes fluttered open, and the first thing he saw was skin. It took him a second to realize he was currently being held by someone, and that his face was pressing against their neck.

Slowly tilting his head upward, he unwittingly relaxed when he realized it was Jisung. He was sitting on the boy's lap sideways, resting against his chest as the dark-haired boy's arms were wrapped around him.

Feeling him shift slightly, Jisung looked down and grinned when their eyes met.

"Morning, sweetheart."

"What..."

Felix didn't even know where to start. Taking a look around, it was obvious that he was still... wherever that other man, Minho, had brought him, but sunlight was streaming from the small window up the wall, basking them both in its gentle warmth.

The room was fairly spacious – a living room of some sort, if the couches, beanbags, and the large TV on the wall were anything to go by. On the other side of the room was a kitchen, too, and he could see a hallway just next to it.

It was an amazing living space – it definitely felt more homely than Felix's home, somewhat empty apartment. Before he could ponder over it any longer, however, the events of the previous night returned to him, and he shivered.

Jisung instantly tightened his hold around him. "You don't have to be scared."

"How- how do you know I'm scared?" Felix whispered, afraid speaking too loud would alert everyone else that he was awake.

"I can smell it from miles away," snorted Jisung, flicking his forehead.

"... so you really are a werewolf."

Jisung sighed. "In simple terms, yes, but it's a bit more complicated than that."

Felix hummed under his breath, letting the confirmation sink in. It was nice to finally have an actual answer, even if he had already more or less come to terms with the fact that it was real all along.

"... are you going to kill me?" he then dared to ask, his throat tight with emotion. "Be- because I know your secret?"

"No," instantly answered Jisung, startling Felix with his firmness. "If anyone tries to lay a hand on you, I'll have their hide."

"That's—"

"Wow, whipped much, Han? Man, didn't know imprinting was going to turn your remaining braincells to mush."

Felix, now more or less reassured, watched with a certain curiosity as a new face made its appearance, while Jisung simply let out a small growl of annoyance.

"Shut up, asshole. You won't be laughing as much when your turn comes."

The new guy scoffed, plopping down on the beanbag in front of them. He was quite beautiful, taller than Jisung, with slender legs and long, dark brown hair tied in a low ponytail and two strands framing his face. He, too, had a tattoo on his left hand, but it didn't stand out as much as the scar on his cheek.

Noticing him looking, the new guy grinned. "Like what you see, baby?"

Jisung's growl grew a little louder as he tightened his hold even more on Felix. "Back off, Hwang. I swear, if you try anything—"

"I was kidding, geez," snorted the man, Hwang, obviously unperturbed by the boy's hostility. "You really are whipped, huh? How a beast like you gut such a cute guy for a mate, though, I'll never understand."

"I'm insanely hot, and he's insanely cute – we're a perfect match," huffed Jisung.

Hwang scoffed. "Get over yourself, Han."

"Then you—"

"What are you guys even talking about?" finally cut in Felix, desperate for some sort of explanation.

He didn't understand what they were arguing about even if it obviously involved him, and it irked him to no end. Why was Jisung talking as if... as if...

His stomach growled loudly before he could finish that thought. There was a moment of silence, and then the mild tension in the room broke as the two boys chuckled, while Felix flushed in embarrassment.

"Come on, angel," murmured Jisung, gently urging him off his lap. "How about we make breakfast for everyone, and then we can give you a more detailed explanation, hm?"

Felix clicked his tongue, a bit annoyed that he would have to wait even longer to have the rest of his answers, but nodded in agreement and carefully got up. His legs felt a bit unsteady, slightly numbed because of their previous position but, thankfully, he didn't fall again – if he collapsed one more time in front of Jisung, he would never hear the end of it.

Then, the three of them moved to the kitchen to get started on breakfast.

As it turned out, neither Jisung nor Hwang – or rather Hyunjin, as he later introduced himself – actually knew their way around the kitchen. Felix had watched the disaster occur with a morbid fascination before finally having had enough of seeing food burn and promptly took over.

Under his directions and instructions, the three of them managed to prepare an actually eatable breakfast. In under an hour, plates full of thick pancakes, perfectly grilled sausages and bacon stripes, scrambled eggs, and fresh toasts filled the large table, and the smell of fresh food was quick to attract the rest of the household.

The firsts two to show up appeared younger than the others Felix had seen so far. One had fluffy black hair and a pair of thick, round glasses that made his cuteness really stand out, while the other had almost foxlike features, and the edged of a scar peeking out from under his shirt, right over his collarbone.

Both had those similar tattoos on their hands, too, so Felix figured everyone in the group had them – he'd have to ask about their meaning later.

"Oh my God, actual breakfast!" gasped the one with foxlike features.

"We're probably still asleep," deadpanned the bespectacled one. "There's no way Hyunjin or Jisung could make edible food, let alone work together to make it."

"Hey!" snapped Hyunjin.

"Hmm, what smells so good?" groaned a more familiar voice.

A somewhat small, but buff man entered the room next, stifling a yawn. He had a rather sharp jawline, with a tattoo of words Felix couldn't make out from that distance circling his forehead.

It took Felix a second to recognize the voice as the one belonging to the man who had suggested killing him the night before, and he unconsciously shifted to partly hide behind Jisung. The other boy didn't say anything, simply patting his side in silent comfort.

"Proper breakfast? In this pack of idiots? We must all be dead," grunted Minho, making his appearance next.

"Please tell me they didn't burn anything down," sighed a tired voice just behind him.

It was a man, also a bit short in stature, but with broad shoulders and an intense aura surrounding him. For one reason or the other, Felix could only point him out as the leader of their little group. His tattoo appeared a little more detailed than the rest, and the way he carried himself...

"I swear, if Hyunjin and Jisung destroyed the kitchen again by trying to make food we won't even be able to digest—"

"Actually—" Jisung suddenly slung an arm around Felix's shoulders, nudging him forward before the freckled boy could try and hide again. "—Felix did this! Isn't he great?"

There was a moment of silence as all eyes shifted to the freckled boy, who squirmed uncomfortably under all of the attention.

"You made all this?" then abruptly asked the one who had threatened him yesterday.

Felix nodded stiffly, his throat dry. "Ji- Jisung and Hyunjin helped but, um, yeah. It took me, like, ten minutes to realize that leaving breakfast to them would result in no breakfast at all, so..."

"Yah! Don't expose us like that!" whined Jisung, pinching his side playfully.

The man who had just questioned him snorted, nodding in apparent agreement, and pulled himself a chair. Taking that as their cue, the rest of the boys promptly shuffled around to grab a seat – and it's only then that Felix noticed there were only seven chairs, but now eight of them.

Before he could say anything, though, Jisung abruptly pulled him down. Felix flushed as he sat on the other boy's lap, still feeling the stares of the others digging into him, so he carefully kept his eyes down. The last thing he wanted to do was say or do the wrong thing, and make them change their mind about not killing him—

"Felix."

The boy tensed up upon being called out, but instinctively looked up at the slightly commanding tone, his eyes meeting the apparent leader's. There was a moment of stillness, before the man's expression softened slightly.

"We're not going to hurt you. Please, just relax." He then made a show of taking a bit of pancakes, a genuine, dimpled smile stretching his lips a second later. "And thanks for the food, too!"

A delighted moan echoed on the other side of the table, from the one with the foxlike features, as he took a bite of the bacon.

"Oh my God, this is so good. Please let's keep him!" he groaned.

There were a few chuckles at that, and whatever tension was left finally vanished as everyone started digging in. Reassured, Felix finally relaxed a bit, leaning back against Jisung's chest as the boy started eating too.

He was surprised when, a moment later, a piece of pancake was offered to him. He glanced back at Jisung, who simply winked. Felix snorted, finding the gesture more endearing than annoying at that point, and opened his mouth to let the other feed him.

There was a gagging noise on the other side of the table, from Minho. "Affection. Gross."

The bespectacled one clicked his tongue. "You say that as if you and Innie didn't use to be as disgustingly affectionate with each other."

"Yah! Seungmin!"

"I mean, he's not wrong," snorted Hyunjin, shaking his head.

Minho glared at him. "I think someone forgot what wet tissues taste like."

As the rest of the group slowly eased back into what Felix guessed was their usual dynamic – light banter, friendly teasing, and playful fights – the boy let himself relax some more, accepting whatever Jisung fed him every few seconds or so.

The atmosphere was... nice. Felix had forgotten what it was like to share a meal with so many people who obviously got along so well.

It shot a pang of loneliness through his heart, but he did his best to ignore it. From Jisung's hold slightly tightening around him in an almost comforting manner, though, he easily guessed it didn't work all that well.

.

Breakfast was a nice affair but, by the time it was over, Felix had grown a little fidgety with impatience – he wanted to know what exactly was going on, and what was going to happen to him now that he knew Jisung's secret.

"So, Felix," spoke up the alleged leader. "I'm guessing you have a lot of questions, huh? Well, ask away. What do you want to know first?"

"... your names would be a nice start."

At that, more than one of them facepalmed, which was an admittedly comical sight. They then proceeded to quickly introducing themselves, and Felix did his best to commit all of their names to memory. Once done, though, a more solemn air fell upon the group as the actual questioning began.

"So... Jisung is a... werewolf," Felix awkwardly stated. "Are you... Are the rest of you also... like him?"

Chan, the leader, nodded. "We're a pack."

"O- okay. I figured it was something like that... Um, what does imprinting mean?"

"Minho?" called out Chan.

The man sighed, leaning back in his seat. "Imprinting is when a wolf like us finds their mate, basically. Wolves mate for life, and they can only ever imprint on one individual – if the bond is nurtured properly, then it usually evolves into a full-on relationship founded on trust, care, and love."

"Jeongin and Minho were the only mated pair in the pack," added quickly Seungmin, before gesturing at Felix and Jisung. "Until now."

Felix fell silent for a bit, quickly thinking it over. The concept of "imprinting" really wasn't that complicated – it was basically like being soulmates, right? Albeit a bit weirded out by the whole spectrum he probably couldn't grasp because he wasn't a werewolf, Felix easily understood the implications behind such a bond.

"So... imprinting is basically a weird wolf ritual that made Jisung... what, fall in love with me? Is that what this is?" he asked, unsure of how to formulate.

"It didn't make me fall in love," huffed Jisung, seemingly a little insulted by the notion. "It's not even love, per se – yet. Right now, it's just my instincts going haywire with the urge to protect you and take care of you."

Felix flushed a little, not missing the "yet" Jisung had mentioned, but it made a lot more sense already. Jisung's wolf side had recognized Felix as his mate, so he wanted to protect him and take care of him, but Jisung's human side didn't have feelings for him.

Yet, repeated a giddy voice in the back of his head.

"And what..." He gulped, now a little fearful. "What does that mean for me, exactly...?"

"Like I said earlier, we're not going to hurt you," quickly reassured Chan, easily sensing his worry. "We would never hurt one of our pack's mate – and Jisung would probably rip our heads off if we tried to, anyway."

"You don't have to accept the bond." There was a small, displeased growl from Jisung, and Jeongin scoffed. "Don't act like that, you know it's true." The younger then looked at Felix, serious. "You're not obligated to accept it. If you don't want to be involved any more in this business, then all you need to do is keep your distances from Jisung. With time, the bond will fade away, and neither of you will be influenced by it anymore – that's what Minho meant by having to nurture it properly."

"I- I see."

Felix wasn't going to lie, it was reassuring to have an out. The concept of imprinting sounded like a pretty big deal and, from what he'd gathered, it meant forever. The implications were admittedly a little scary and he knew that, right now, he wasn't interested in that kind of thing – he didn't know Jisung enough to imagine them living together for the rest of their lives.

However...

"And... if I do follow through with it... then what?" hesitantly asked Felix.

It was Changbin who spoke up. "Then you become one of us."

"Become... one of you...?"

"To complete the bond, you have to be marked by your mate," explained Seungmin. "But by marking you, Jisung would also be transferring his lycanthropy gene to you – he'd be turning you into a werewolf, just like Minho turned Jeongin."

"The change isn't easy," warned Hyunjin, serious. "It's painful and, once the process beings, there's no turning back."

"You won't be able to live in the city for a while – it took Jeongin two years before being able to be around civilization again," added Seungmin. "Contact with humans will be forbidden until you've learned to control your wolf."

"You will—"

"Okay, enough," snapped Jisung, annoyed. "Don't scare him off when I've just found him, would you?"

As the others started bickering, Felix stayed silent, slowly taking it all in. He understood better what was expected of him now, and it... scared him, a bit. If he accepted to go through with the bonding process, he would basically be giving up his current life, with no guarantee of ever getting it back.

On the other hand, though... it's not like there was much holding him back. He lived alone, his mother treated him more like an errand boy than a son, his part-time job was crappy and his studies weren't going to lead him anywhere because he still didn't know what he wanted to do with his future.

Would bonding with Jisung really be that bad an alternative...?

There was a lot Felix didn't know, though. He didn't know Jisung as a person, for one. He didn't know the pack, either – what they were, how they acted, what they did. He didn't know anything about how werewolves lived, either.

No, he definitely couldn't give everything up when he was so clueless about everything. But...

"I want... to learn," he finally decided, everyone instantly falling silent.

Red tinged his cheeks again as they stared at him, and he decided to look at Jisung, instead. The boy appeared a little tensed, obviously expecting a rejection, but there was still a glimmer of hope in his beautiful eyes.

It was enough to let Felix know he had made the right decision.

"I want to get to know you," he stated, firmer. "All of you. As people, as wolves. I want- I want to know what exactly I'm getting myself into, and what kind of people I would be spending the rest of my life with was I to go through with... the bonding process."

At that, Jisung's worried face broke into an elated grin. "Really? You mean it?"

"Hmm." Felix then playfully flicked his nose. "Even if you were a jerk last time we saw each other."

Jisung pouted a bit at that. "I just wanted your attention."

"What are you, a primary school kid? Who still bullies their crush at our age?"

"Yah, don't turn on me like the rest of those jerks!"

Felix couldn't help but chuckle at his offended expression and, unable to help himself, he leaned in and kissed the corner of his mouth – just like he had done the last time they had seen each other. It instantly shut the boy up, his whines falling silent as he stared at the boy sitting on his lap with the tips of his ears turning red.

"Wow, I never saw him shut up so quickly," snorted Hyunjin.

"So you're alright with Jisung courting you for the time being?" concluded Chan, obviously a bit relieved. "You're open to the idea?"

"I am," confirmed Felix, feeling better than he had in days, now. "I- I can't guarantee to come to a final decision quickly, it's a lot to take in, but—"

"Take all of the time you need," cut in Jeongin, grinning. "I gave Minho a bit of a hard time when he courted me, so there's no need to feel rushed, okay? We're not going anywhere if we can help it."

"A bit of a hard time?" scoffed Minho, lightly kicking the boy's leg. "You made me wait for three goddamn years, you brat."

"Well it was worth the wait, wasn't it?" teased back his mate.

At that, Minho's expression softened ever so slightly. The others chuckled when he failed to refute Jeongin's statement, and Chan then clasped his hands together.

"Well, that's great. Was there any other question you wanted to ask?"

"I'll probably just ask Jisung whenever I think of something..." His eyes then landed on the leader's hand, and he perked up. "Oh, yeah! I was wondering what your tattoos meant!"

There was a moment of surprised silence, before the boys around him chuckled and lifted their hands to cover their mouths with their tattooed hands... displaying the designs of snouts and fanged maws hanging wide open, giving the startlingly realist illusion of wolves jaws superimposed with their faces.

Slightly shifting around, Felix found Jisung doing the same, and his breath was momentarily taken away as, for a brief instant, he found himself staring back at the very wolf who had started it all in the first place.

It really was him...

Icy-blue eyes stared right back at him, twinkling with amusement. It was one thing to be told, and another to – almost – see it.

However, their answer brought forth another question.

"... will I have to get a tattoo too?" He bit his lower lip. "Like, is it mandatory or something? 'Cause not going to lie, I'm really bad at handling needles..."

Surprised, Jisung then barked out a laugh – literally. It startled Felix a bit, but he still found it as attractive as the last time he heard it, and the warm sound instantly made him relax in Jisung's arms.

He still didn't understand everything, but it was okay, now – with his mate by his side, he wasn't scared of the unknown anymore.