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The smooth, heavy metallic taste of blood had always made Taehyung reminisces on its nostalgia. Never once fond of the taste but he was Kim, Taehyung of the Carousal pack. He was an Alpha, a dominant purebred lycanthrope. So he had a job to make sure his birthright was always secure.
Taehyung placed the now wrapped bodies on a bed of sticks, logs, and just all the wood he could find on short notice. And poured gasoline on them and watched as they burned careful not to leave traces was like second nature to Taehyung. His OCD like family disliked tracks left by themselves so they imprinted that knowledge into him as soon as he could open his eyes at birth.
The pack Carousal like any long-reigning pack was a traditional pack with new aspects and a bit leaner rules like the ones with mates. Also, one of the most secretive ones, so Taehyung didn't really have a choice in having OCD. He wasn't obsessive, like his pack mate Hoseok with his kills that were far slower and sadistic. Or compulsive like Yoongi who was somewhat sloppy and playfully rough with his.
Taehyung just had the disorder that compelled him to make his kills clean and fast. He hated torture. To him, it felt boring and stook to just putting them out their misery.
As soon as the bodies became ash, Taehyung poured water over it.
He respected nature hated if anything else were to burn.
Taehyung shifted to his large pure white wolf form. And gracefully gleamed through the night blazing back to his pack. Like a shadow that he was bred to be Taehyung, was inside his pack borders undetected.
When he reached the main doors of the packs head front doors. Everyone was shocked that the 45th heir was home and no one informed them of his arrival.
Every member except the central alpha of the pack bowed as Taehyung strolled in naked and unclothed. Many deduced that his clothes probably ripped when he shifted.
"Bring him a robe." The main head said. "His body should not be looked upon unless he commands it."
A woman with long silver-haired approached Taehyung with a Koi themed kimono. Her eyes darted to the side abiding the first master wishes. But the blush never falling from her cheeks, "Here is your robe, 45th heir."
Taehyung grabbed the robe and dressed, "Thank you Yura."
Taehyung sat next to his father, "You manage to walk in without being detected again."
Taehyung drank his father sake, "I am your son."
His father chuckled, Taehyung's father was the same when he was younger walking in and out of Carousel territory. He was known as Jihoon the rebellious heir with a flirty nature.
But when Jihoon found his mate, he settled down but what everyone didn't expect was Taehyung to be nothing like his father. Taehyung could draw both fear and respect from his pack and others who had laid eyes on him.
But only some stupid, reckless shifters would challenge him stating that he looked weak and fragile like an unmated omega. Of course, they were dumbfounded and stubborn when Taehyung destroyed them in combat. But they ended up fearing him and respected him as their 45th heir.
"A son, that is who you are. As a son, you need to do your father a favor and find a suitable mate. So that our strong family lineage may be preserved."
The central branch family has always given birth to alpha females and males alike. Even if the mate is of different ranks, Kim's descendants will ALWAYS be pure. It was like a curse to the central branch family. They hated seeing their children continually being forced to become strong. But they can't stop their blood from being so damn pure.
"I will continue this bloodline, and after my coronation, I will visit you and mother at the elder's mountain." Werewolves are immortal unless killed in some way. At the Elder mountain all previous heirs and mates that have lived long enough reside in the elder's mountain. There are of course other elders from different ranks and packs.
”Hmm, there will be a gathering of packs. In Seoul, 2 days from now,” Jihoon said, “ Jung Hoseok and Min Yoongi you shall attend with Taehyung.”
Yoongi and Hoseok were ecstatic but kept calm in the presence of the 44th leader.
“You are not attending father?” Taehyung asked.
Jihoon smiled, “I am too old and I have to protect our home.”
“I guess you are getting a lot of wrinkles lately.”
Jihoon laughed, “yep you are my son. People like us speak our minds, but Taehyung I know I don’t have to say this...but be careful.”
”I will.” Taehyung stood up, “you have my word.”