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Your pack finally arrived at the gathering place, parking the cars and some of the boys in the pack howling as a sort of joke.
You unbuckled your seatbelt and climbed out, nose in the air as you tried to pick out the distinct smell of your best friend from the other pack. It had been so long, you wondered if you would recognize it, but that was a silly notion.
“Y/n!” A deep voice called excitedly to your left.
You turned and froze, stunned to recognize him and not recognize him at the same time. “Taehyung?”
“Ah! It’s been too long!” He rushes up and hugged you, then jumped back, turning red. The wild wagging of his tail faltering.
You were still stunned, staring at this perfect man in front of you. No wonder you kept hearing rumors about him being a favorite of the ladies. The Taehyung you knew five years ago was almost swallowed up by this Taehyung.
“Y/n?”
“Sorry, I…it has been a long time. You look like you’re doing well.” You forced yourself to smile.
He grinned at you, tail wagging again. “I am! You look great! Five years is far too long.”
Your father growled slightly at Taehyung’s proximity to you, then looked surprised. “Taehyung?”
“Hello sir.”
“I’m sorry, I didn’t recognize you.”
“I am taller than last time sir, it’s an easy mistake.”
Your father snorted. “Taller. You were just a pup last time. You’ve grown into a fine young man. Will wonders never cease? Where’s Namjoon?”
“Hyung is at the campfire,” Taehyung said and pointed to where his pack was gathered.
You frowned slightly. “Where are all the women?”
“The ones that could make it are setting up their campsites with their mates. But…” Taehyung’s gaze darkened. “We also lost some to poachers.”
You froze. “Poachers?”
Your father growled and smacked Taehyung upside the head. “Keep your howling screamer shut.”
“Yes, sir,” Taehyung shifted away from your father. He had been part of your pack before his pack had been formed and he still respected your father greatly.
As soon as your father was gone you gave Taehyung a questioning look.
“Kidnapped or killed?”
His eyes were angry and sad. “Killed. Yoongi-hyung…he tried to save them. Only managed to save one of the pups, and he almost died doing it. They should have been safe.”
“How many lost?”
“Fifteen.” The word seemed to break his heart.
You shuddered. “I’m sorry, Taehyung-ah. That’s terrible.”
“It’s one of the reasons Namjoon-hyung is the pack leader now.”
“What happened to…”
“Was one of the first to die, protecting Jennie.” Taehyung looked over at his pack. “I’m not supposed to be telling you this.”
“I should already know. My father is too protective of me.”
He fixed you with an intense stare, then looked away as another pack arrived. “Ah, the Jay Pack.”
You smirked. “You sound thrilled.”
“They’re three times our size. That’s why our alliance with your pack is so important. I mean, they have sub-packs! Even for the women.”
“He’s an excellent pack-leader. I’m sure your pack will recover quickly. Think of it this way, with smaller numbers you can outmaneuver most enemies and have less need for resources. And they’re still our allies, yes?”
He nodded. “With no signs of becoming our enemies.”
“Exactly. It’s the other packs you need to keep an eye on.” Your gaze followed his to the women in the Jay Pack, and your throat went dry. “Oh no…”
Your father was greeting JY but the apprehension in the air was clear.
“Poachers,” Taehyung murmured, suddenly placing a protective hand on your shoulder.
One of your pack mates growled lowly. “Hands off. She’s not for you, Scout.”
Taehyung was unable to stop the slight growl in response, but dropped his hand anyway.
“He’s fine. He saw I was distressed. We were pups together. He meant nothing by touching my shoulder,” your voice was almost monotone as you dismissed your pack mate. It drove you crazy how one minute they would shun you and the next they would act as though they owned you.
He growled slightly but you turned to him with teeth bared.
“Do not break the peace over something petty, it’s a hard life at the bottom of the pack but I will make sure you end up there if you don’t back off,” you growled, reminding him that you were not to be trifled with.
He dipped his head to you, fear tinging his scent as he hurried away.
Taehyung gave your shoulder a slight squeeze. “You’ve grown up strong,” he whispered.
“We have to, don’t we?” You looked back at your pack, seeing the struggles you all had faced in their bodies and numbers. “None of our males are stepping up to assist my father, Tae. None have been training to be pack leader.”
He looked worried, his gaze shifting to your father. “But…he’s still healthy, right?”
You watched, noticing all the little things that Tae couldn’t. “He acts healthy. But if we were to come up against poachers…as much as he would put his all into the fight…I do not think he would be able to—“
“Y/n! I want you to be beside me as I meet with the other pack leaders,” your father ordered from across the way.
“Yes father,” you responded automatically.
Taehyung gave you a concerned look. “We’ll talk more later, yeah?”
You nodded, then hurried to your father’s side and into the main tent with the other pack leaders and their chosen companion—usually their second in command, sometimes their mates. It usually depended on the subject that would be discussed.
You dipped your head to Namjoon and Jin—surprised to see the latter—and then to JY And JB.
“Gentlemen,” your father started, sighing shakily. “I realize that this comes at a horrible time.”
Immediately you grew tense, and could sense the anxiety from the others.
“Appa…” you breathed, realizing that all of your fears were true.
“Hush, my darling. My comrades…I can no longer lead the Arrow Pack. I have no suitable successors, and only one warrior left to keep the traditions of our pack. My pack cannot sustain itself. I am no longer in good enough health to support and protect. I…I have only a few weeks left to live. I know my people will be able to follow the commands of both packs and in time integrate fully. It is my daughter…” he turned to you, looking heartbroken.
It was silent as you looked back at him, eyes full of tears.
“My daughter…the last eligible female of my pack…the last true warrior of Arrow Pack…that I beg your protection for. More than once poachers have tried to take her, and failed—for which I give endless thanks.” He took a moment to gather himself again.
“She is of age. She’s sensible. And she is quick to learn and prove herself.” His voice was raw with emotion, pain. “She will…make a fine mate to someone worthy of her.”
“You’re suggesting we hold the trials for your daughter,” JY asked in a gentle tone, respect and sorrow in his gaze.
“I cannot rest easy without knowing that she is safe and protected. I should have talked to you earlier, y/n, but…I didn’t think I would be…retiring this soon. With the increasing attacks…I just can’t risk the lives of my pack, no matter how they treat me, I cannot turn my back to them.”
You dipped your head, understanding. “I consent to the trials,” you whispered, knowing he needed whoever your mate would be to prove himself.
“Y/n, are you sure?” Jin asked, bowing quickly to the others as an apology for speaking out of turn.
You had always known that your mate would probably end up being a strategic match for the pack. All you needed was security. You had lived with less than that before. You knew that your father would have plenty of tests for your mates character, that he would consult you unlike many other females who had mates through the trials.
He would make sure you weren’t stuck with someone you couldn’t stand.
“I am certain,” you replied, forcing your tail and ears into a neutral position, bringing your chin up fractionally.
Your father gently stroked your hair, then rubbed your cheek. “Thank you, my precious daughter, for granting this last wish of mine.”
“Of course, Appa,” you replied, trying to maintain your composure.
“We’ll set it up. I assume you already have trials in mind to start things off?” JY took control of the situation before it could lose momentum.
“Of course, we must do the traditional wrestling, and the pack hunt,” your father stated, turning back to the other men.
Namjoon, Jin, and JB were still watching you with concern. Their gazes flicking to meet each other’s every now and then as JY and your father went to work discussing the trials.
You swallowed, then took a breath. “May I be excused?”
They quickly agreed, seeing that you were upset and not wanting to upset you further.
You left the tent with most of your dignity in-tact, walking to the edge of camp and glancing around before running away from it. You needed clear air and open space.
You found the boulder by the creek that you loved, climbing onto it and dropping your feet into the water after ripping off your sandals. The water was cool, but not freezing like it would have been in your home region.
You let yourself cry, but kept it quiet so that no one would hear you back at the camp. The last thing you wanted was someone prying away at your emotions.
You cried for what felt like half an hour, alone, trying to come to grips with the news your father had given you. A few weeks. He only had a few weeks to live and he never told you.
And since the poachers had killed one of your best healers, the only experienced healer left, a few weeks ago…he had to have known for a while.
Someone sank next to you, putting their arm around your shoulder.
You had to look and see who it was, your nose stuffed from crying and preventing you from smelling them.
Taehyung’s sad eyes met yours. “What’s wrong?”
You cried into his shoulder, grateful it was him who had found you. “He’s dying.”
His other arm wrapped around you and he made a sympathetic sound. “I’m so sorry, y/n.”
You sighed shakily, finally able to calm down more now that you weren’t alone. “The trials start tomorrow.”
He froze. “What?! The trials? Why?! No!”
“It was my fathers wish,” you said firmly, despite the tremor in your voice from crying. “He wants me secure.”
He let out a breath. “If you end up in Jay Pack…if you end up with someone you don’t like…”
“My father will consult me on the trials and my own wishes. He wants me secure and happy. With my pack disbanding…they will likely follow me to whichever pack I end up in. Some will go to Jay Pack whether I end up there or not. They see how strong it is and with Namjoon being such a new pack leader…”
“We can’t afford to lose you,” Taehyung murmured in a voice torn between duty and what you guessed was brotherly affection. “When will the trials begin?”
“In the morning, with the traditional wrestling matches.”
He pulled away. “You have to understand…all of the single members of the Scouts will be participating…and since that’s the majority of us…I…”
“Have a duty to your pack as well. I understand, Taehyung.” You looked away, not wanting to hear him actually say that he would only be competing because he needed to.
“Y/n?”
“Yes?”
“At least…tell me you’ll root for me, even if I lose?”
You sighed, not sure you could root for anyone. “I will try, Taehyung.”
He sighed. “They’re looking for you. We’ll need an excuse as to why we’re together and you smell like me.”
You took a deep breath and then slid into the creek all the way, then climbed out. “You shoved me in.” You splashed him then shook yourself off.
He whined. “I’ll get in trouble!”
“Nah, I got mad at you first and…” You snatched his tail and bit it. “Bit your tail.”
He yelped, then looked at you in surprise, clutching his tail. “You really did grow up to be beautiful, Y/n.”
You gave him a weirded out look. “Don’t talk crazy. I’m mediocre.”
He frowned. “That’s not—“
You both turned to face the wind, smelling the same thing.
“Blood?” You murmured, then began running toward the camp with Taehyung pulling just slightly ahead of you saying to stay by him for safety. Either the peace was broken, or poachers had ambushed, and neither of those things were good.
You both stumbled to a stop at the scene.
The blood belonged to the members of your pack…
You rushed forward and dropped next to the one injured. “Appa!”
He weakly patted your hand as the Jay pack medics rushed to you all and started to treat them.
Hoseok from the Scout pack pulled you away from your father gently. “He told them he was retiring. That the pack trials would be held. That one attacked him. As the pack leader’s daughter you have to decide his punishment.”
The hybrid in question was one who had been increasingly difficult the past months. Acting like he owned you. Acting as if he could lead the pack when he couldn’t even catch himself dinner.
Jay Pack had him restrained, waiting for your judgment.
Namjoon placed a hand on your shoulder, seeing your hesitance. “Maybe you should wait until the fate of your father’s health is known.”
JY seemed to agree, but waited for you to decide.
“Can you hold him, sir?” You asked JY, “until morning?”
He nodded sharply and barked an order for his men to lock him away.
You looked to the rest of your pack. “Anyone else wish to voice their opinions on the matter of my fathers retirement?”
“No, miss.”
“May the trials be a success, m’lady.”
The rest of your pack murmured quietly their assent to his decision while almost glaring at you.
You nodded sharply, then went in the direction your father was taken.
Namjoon fell in step with you. “You’re soaked and it’s cold out. Dry off, then go to him.”
You paused, conflicted.
“Your tent was already put up. Look, I can only look out for you as a friend for tonight. The moment the trials start you should be suspicious of anyone helping you. But you need to maintain your health for your fathers sake. For the sake of the packs.”
You could see why he was the leader of his pack, despite his young age. He thought ahead. “If you stay beside me a moment longer you’ll be suspected of foul play. I should not say this—“
“Then don’t,” He cut you off, looking concerned.
“But I do hope your pack prevails,” You finished stubbornly. “Fighting.”
He bowed slightly to you. “Fighting, m’lady.” He straightened and gave you a friendly smile, then strode back to his pack.
You went to your tent and changed, drying off quickly and throwing your hair into a braid before rushing to your father’s side.
He looked weak, weaker than you had ever seen him before, and the smell of his blood still tainted the air. He swallowed and tried to smile for you, but his eyes fell shut. “We shall have…to be quick…with the initial trials, my dear. Get them down to just a few…competitors…JY and Namjoon will respect your decisions should I pass before the trials end. I have spoken to both at length. They know my wishes for the trial…should any of the other packs show up.”
You looked at the nurse, waiting for her judgment of how long you had left with your father.
“Three days,” she whispered, looking apologetic.
You let out a shaky breath.
Your father chuckled softly. “You wish for Scout Pack to prevail, don’t you?”
You flinched. “Appa…”
“It’s only natural, you know them better than Jay Pack. We see Jay Pack more often, but rarely the same parts of the pack. And I know your soft spot for young Taehyung—”
“He’s just a friend, Appa.”
“—But I need to see that you will be cared for more than what I think he can offer, y/n.”
You chewed your lip. “Rest Appa. You’ll need your strength for the trials tomorrow.”
He pointed to the table. “The schedule for the next two days of trials are there. I hope I will last to the third day, I pray I last to congratulate your mate.”
“Rest, Appa.” You insisted, taking the paper. “I will write ideas for the trials as well and we can go over my ideas in the morning. I love you.”
“I love you.” He smiled softly, then drifted off to sleep.
You looked at the nurse. “Three days?”
“He’s weak from blood loss. The damage from the wounds was far more extensive than normal, but given his disease…three days is my optimistic guess.”
“And your pessimistic?”
“Says he won’t last the night.”
You grabbed a notebook and pen. “Let is both pray you are wrong. I am out of your way in this spot?”
“Yes, m’lady.”
You nodded and began writing your ideas for the trials after glancing over his and seeing some for character, but mostly they tested physicality and teamwork skills, as well as courage, and intellect.
All good things to test that you wouldn’t have been able to think up tests for.
You wrote down various ideas, staying awake late into the night and into the early morning hours, but soon your eyes closed and sleep took you into nightmares of blood and your father dying.
Only to be shaken awake to the smell of blood being so potent you could taste it.
You met your waker’s eyes with panic and fear, then your gaze snapped to your father.
There were four medics trying to treat him, and obviously failing.
“He’s dying, y/n. Go to him.”
You got up and went to your father’s side, holding his hand.
He was too far gone to even register your presence. Not even awake, really.
There was too much blood.
An hour later, you were guided from the tent by Namjoon, dazed and upset—but numb. Absolutely numb.
“The leader of Arrow Pack is dead,” JY announced.
“You still have to decide what to do about your pack member,” Namjoon warned you in an undertone, supporting you physically with an arm firmly around your waist.
You looked at what was left of your pack, hearing their sadness, a toned down representation of your own anguish. “I wish I was cold-hearted enough to call for his death.”
“I know.”
“I never want to see his face again. I want him as far away from me as possible.”
He gently squeezed your arm. “So it will be, m’lady. Jungkook, Yugyeom: escort her to her tent, guard her until the trials while we deal with the traitor.”
JY dipped his head to Namjoon to acknowledge his assent to the order directed to his pack member.
Jungkook and Yugyeom were both hesitant to help you, both looking to the other to go first.
Namjoon started to growl lowly.
Jin scoffed, quickly relieving Namjoon and putting an arm around you. “What? Are you still wet behind the ears? She’s distressed and you stand there gawping?”
You leaned against Jin, grateful for his strength.
The other two looked chastised, falling in on either side as Jin gently guided you to your tent, noticing your dazed state.
“Jungkook, go get her some tea. Yugyeom, I’m sure she hasn’t eaten since yesterday.” Jin directed them to different tasks while he led you into the tent. He guided you to the bed, sitting you down and then grabbing a cloth and a bowl of water and carefully washing the blood from your hands.
Yugyeom was the first to return, setting down the food while Jin finished cleaning your hands. Then he brought the bowl of stew over and handed it to you.
You stared at the stew, then slowly brought a shaky spoonful to your mouth. You were sure it probably tasted great, but to you it was flavorless. But it was hot, and that was nice since you felt cold. So cold.
Jin wrapped a blanket around your shoulders, then took the bowl and spoon from you and started feeding you with his steady hands.
Jungkook came in with the tea, looking nervous.
Jin nodded to the table. “Set it there then go get ready for the trials with the others. Yugyeom, you have to stay.”
Yugyeom just nodded. “Pack representation. But shouldn’t she be cared for by her own pack?”
“Did they seem to be volunteering?”
You shook your head, finally able to feel something other than pain and sadness and using that to gain some control over yourself again. “As far as they’re concerned I am no longer part of their pack as I will become the mate of someone from another pack. They have not settled their allegiances, but they are not with me as I am not the pack leader or successor.”
“But m’lady…”
“I’m just another mouth, another body. My life is inconsequential to them until they join a new pack.” You looked into the bowl and sighed. “I have to look out for myself.”
Jin places a comforting hand on your cheek, then let you take the bowl, seeing that you were more aware. “We’ll be outside if you need anything.”
You nodded, then started eating. You’d need sustenance if you were to stand firmly and enforce order in the trials. If you were going to pay attention to how the trials unfolded and choose potential mates.
After eating you washed your face, then changed into some of your nicest clothes, and did your hair and makeup. You put in earrings that your father had given you, and bracelets that you had earned through achievements in the pack—fifteen in all, which was more than the other women in your pack—then finally your necklaces: one was an arrowhead on a gold chain, symbolizing your pack; another had an Emerald the size of your thumbnail, symbolizing your birth in the spring; and one was a bears claw, with a piece of turquoise above it, from the bear who had attacked you while you were alone one year ago and dearly regretted it.
Then you exited the tent, looking at the men on either side and nodding slightly.
Jin stepped to your side and offered his arm, which you took along with Yugyeom’s when he followed Jin’s lead.
You could see a group coming back with Yoongi and Jinyoung in the lead.
Taehyung was with the group too, his gaze darkening with grief as he met yours. He approached and bowed slightly to you. “My condolences, y/n. He was a fine leader.”
You felt the distance between you and your old friend stretch. “Thank you, Taehyung.”
His gaze met yours again and he held it for a moment before he turned away, joining his pack as they went to the wrestling match.
Jin patted your hand, then bowed and let himself be replaced by Jimin so he could go talk to Namjoon.
Jimin’s ears flicked slightly as he looked you over. “You look stunning, m’lady.”
Yugyeom was called away by JB and he excused himself with a gentle murmur, that you responded to with a small smile.
“How are you really? You’ve always been good at hiding what you feel, don’t think I don’t remember.” Jimin squeezed the hand resting on his arm. “Taehyung stood outside your father’s tent most of the night. The nurse said you had only been asleep for about two hours.”
You sighed and leaned against him, knowing he’d hold you up. “I don’t have much of a choice but to hold the trials. It was my father’s wish. I will mourn between the trials.”
“JY has pronounced that what you say goes. He’s making sure his pack plays fair, just as Namjoon is ensuring that ours does as well, but JY also knows that Namjoon must compete as well and JY has sworn that during the trials his loyalty is only to yours and your father’s wishes. Between trials is another matter.”
“He’s an honorable leader. I appreciate his vow.” You sighed.
“Yes, because you’ll need the packs on your side. Other packs have arrived now. Because of their last minute arrival they will compete tonight, after the preliminary Jay and Scout matches.”
“Which packs?”
“Jellyfish Pack and Stem Pack.”
You flinched. “Stem Pack?” The longstanding rivals of the Scouts?
“Their leaders have agreed to the terms of the trials as set by your father before his death, and have accepted JY’s vow to be loyal only to you during the trials so long as you accept it as well.”
“Surely they aren’t suffering in numbers. What need do they have of me?”
“Everyone is suffering thanks to the poachers. Besides, you…you are very beautiful and were raised in one of the strongest packs, even if it was small. Your accomplishments are well known, y/n.”
You finally saw the other packs encampments, brushing off the compliment as something he said because of the trials. You knew a few individuals and sub-packs from both the Jellyfish and Stem packs, and there were good people there, but…could you really choose one of them for your mate? Submit yourself to a leader you don’t know?
“Are you alright? You look worried.”
“We shouldn’t talk so much now, Jimin. It might be seen as favoritism.” The last thing anyone needed was a fight breaking out over you.
“So you are to be an outcast?” He growled slightly.
“She’s right, Jimin.” Yoongi cut in. “Everyone already knows that her and Taehyung were pups together. They don’t need more reason to think her biased.” His tired and uninterested expression were comforting to you for some strange reason.
You pulled away from Jimin. “Go prepare for the wrestling match. The first trial sets the tone for the rest. I suggest you impress me,” you teased with a small smile.
Jimin managed a smile back, then bowed and hurried off.
Yoongi waited a moment. “You are in a position of great power and influence, y/n. Every pack seeks your favor now. You are no outcast, you are just separate. You will never have this much influence again. It doesn’t have to be a bad thing.”
You stared after him, weighing his words. He was right, with both clans scrambling to claim you for their pack you held the strange position of complete protection. You could actually taper the trials to help you find someone that you actually love. Or at least put in the conditions that if you do find someone you love that you can end the trials and take them as your mate.
Finding strength in his words, your chin lifted and you walked with pride to your seat, a place of honor on a platform from which you would be able to see every detail of the matches. You were the last warrior of Arrow pack. You were well-accomplished, and, if Jimin and Taehyung were to be believed, you were beautiful.
JY was waiting, escorting you up the stairs and then waiting for you to be seated before seating himself. “My condolences on your loss.”
“I hear during the trials your loyalty is to my health, happiness, and wishes.”
“You have heard correctly, y/n. Your father passed, but we knew each other a long time. He would do anything for your happiness. I can’t say that I’m completely unbiased, but if your decision goes against my bias I will respect that.”
You nodded slowly, acknowledging his statement. “You will support my decisions?”
“To the best of my ability, yes.”
You regarded him, noticing he actually looked a little nervous. “I believe your bias might counterbalance the bias I have towards those I knew as a pup. And aside from this, I will need your support with the other packs.”
He smiled and dipped his head. There was a seriousness in his eyes that was comforting. “Anyone who goes against your decision will deal with both the Jay and Scout packs.”
You turned in your seat, watching as the competitors entered the ring. So many suitors competing…and even more that were watching in the crowds now. There were at least 40 suitors in the ring, and given the size of the Stem pack, that number could very well double.
The crowds howled and cheered and started friendly cheer offs with the other pack competing and the Stem and Jellyfish packs helped both sides cheer.
Your gaze drifted over all of them, then carefully took in the boys from Scout Pack. They all looked ready and determined. All seven of them main boys were competing, plus a few others that you didn’t know.
From Jay Pack there were many that you didn’t know, but a few familiar faces were mixed in. All were standing at the ready, proud, knowing that they represented their pack.
Then the match began, scouts against Jays, and Jays against Jays.
Your gaze flitted back and forth between the two matches occurring, then you took notes on all of the competitors, especially once it was just the Jay Pack competing against itself.
“Ooh, he’s got a lousy temper,” you muttered.
JY sighed and nodded. “We’re working on it, but it won’t be fixed in time for you.”
As much as you hated to admit it, some of them you wished would lose so that you wouldn’t have to say outright that you just didn’t find them attractive. You wanted to say that looks weren’t important to you, but you also remembered all the matrons telling you that physical attraction was actually important when mating and every time you looked at each of the competitors, their voices popped into your head asking if you could wake up every morning—when people’s looks are generally at their worst—to that face and you were ashamed to say that for some of them you just couldn’t.
Somehow all the matches ended before lunch and you quickly retreated with notes made by yourself and JY to clean out the first round of suitors.
You wrote down names in between bites of food, remembering some things as you went through and weeding out even some of the winners who just didn’t act the way you would like a winner to act—surprised the JY actually noted some of them as well. Some of those who lost made it through, too, like Jin—who did put up a good fight and was just outmatched—and Han, from Jay Pack—who hadn’t put up as good of a fight but you were familiar with him and thought he had a good personality from your limited exposure.
“Permission to enter?”
You looked up, trying to place the voice, and then gathering your list and exiting the tent instead. It was your only sanctuary and you weren’t permitting strangers.
The leaders of both the Jellyfish and Stem packs were outside and bowed to you as you exited.
“Deepest condolences, m’lady, on the loss of your esteemed father.”
“He will be missed. No one was quite so capable of creating peaceful environments as your father.” Stem leader added.
You dipped your head to them. “May your pack members do well in the trials.”
They both seemed pleased with your response.
“We will be honored if one of our members wins your favor through the trials. We came to submit the names of the participants to you and to give our condolences.”
“Of course, thank you. This will aide me greatly.” You took the lists from both of them. “I will likely ask you questions about participants after the matches, with JY present, as to their character, if that is agreeable. It is essential to the trials.”
“Of course, m’lady.”
“We’d be happy to help in any way.”
Yoongi had been right. You held a lot of power and influence if both leaders were scraping this much to try and persuade you to look on their pack favorably.
“I thank you for your kind offer.” You nodded to them again, then walked off as they bowed.
“Oh, uh, good day miss.”
You hurried to the makeshift arena and up to your seat to look over your choices one last time.
JY took a seat next to you. “I see the other pack leaders spoke to you.”
“They wished their condolences and for me to view their pack members favorably. As if I had anything against them before.”
“Well, there is the Skeleton sect of the Stem pack.”
“Exoskeletons. Yes. I recall.” They had a huge feud with the Scouts just a year or so ago.
They weren’t bad men, they had helped you and some of the other women in the pack after a blizzard separated you all from the rest. One of the women from your pack had ended up mating with a man who wasn’t normally part of the Exo sub-pack and leaving your pack.
But you definitely would never see Taehyung, or any of the scouts again.
“Will you read the names off? I am able to speak loudly, but not loudly enough to reach everyone.”
He bowed and took the list from you, turning and calling for their attention.
People quickly found seats and positions, growing quiet as they waited to see who made the cut.
The seven boys from the scouts looked anxious. Not that they needed to be.
They definitely made the cut.
You carefully observed the reactions in Jay Pack as they heard their names. You noticed when the crowds were louder and when they were quieter, noticed how the members of the packs reacted with each other. Who got excited for whom, who howled, who looked shocked—nothing escaped your attention.
“Now the first trial shall commence for the Stem and Jellyfish packs,” JY announced after getting your approval.
Quickly, the matches began, members from the other two packs hurrying to take the arena to prove you should be with them.
“There aren’t as many as I expected,” JY commented.
“More than I expected. The poachers must have hit them harder than what we had heard.” You wrung your hands in your lap. “One woman is not enough to replenish or sustain a pack.”
“No, but the hope a new couple brings to a pack is very powerful in times like these.” He pouted tea for both of you, then made notes on the competitors. “That one might be a little old for you.”
“Possibly.”
You watched match after match then stood up as one ended, fatigue starting to make it hard to focus and discern new competitors from old.
Everyone looked to you, the sound of the crowd dying down.
“We will pause momentarily for a meal break and continue in an hour.” You spoke as loudly as you could, then quickly walked off the dais and off to your tent. You didn’t know what you were going to eat and the thoughts of food had taken up more space in your head than thoughts of the men competing for your hand.
“Y/n,” Jin called, then caught up to you. “Do you have supplies?”
You looked to where your former pack was camped. “Not anymore.”
“I’ll bring you some food then, we were already cooking. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t.”
You gave him a grateful smile. “I appreciate that.”
“Besides, tomorrow is probably the hunting trial. You’ll have plenty of supplies after that.”
You snorted. “Now if only I could get to my personal cooking supplies.”
“Are they giving you a hard time?”
You nodded.
Jin paused, turning back. “Jinyoung! Y/n needs help moving her luggage to her camp.”
The Jay pack member quickly jogged over and the two went with you to where your former pack was camped, making sure none of them gave you a hard time for getting what belonged to you and your father.
Jinyoung looked pretty miffed at them afterwords. “These things were yours and your fathers, what right did they have trying to keep them?”
“They felt we owed it to them for disbanding the pack. There was no one to lead. My father tried many times to train an heir, but none took to it.” And now you were alone.
He looked at you, then gently touched your arm before turning back to the task of setting up your cooking fire.
Taehyung brought you food, not speaking a word. Barely even looking at you.
“You both did well in the first trial.” You suddenly felt desperate for conversation, feeling like you were drowning. You needed some sort of connection to keep you standing.
Both looked at you, then came closer, really checking on you.
“You’ve gone really pale, y/n. It’s too much for one day. You need sleep,” Taehyung murmured, feeling your head and letting worry crease his forehead.
Jinyoung nodded. “At least push it back another hour and take a nap. You look as if you’re about to faint.”
You leaned against Taehyung as you started to sway. Your limbs felt heavy and your vision was unfocused.
He growled slightly. “You shouldn’t be doing the trials after losing your father. Get her blankets?”
You weren’t sure what that meant, until Taehyung picked you up like you weighed no more than a feather and carried you to your bed.
Jinyoung got you a drink of water, helping you because you were struggling to hold the glass steady. His ears were back with concern.
Taehyung started humming a song your father used to sing to both of you as pups before the men of both packs left for hunting and preparing, and the deepness of his voice suited it well.
Tears formed in your eyes. “How can he be gone?”
He softly shushed you, then kept softly singing the song until your eyes had closed, leaking tears, and you fell asleep.
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“M’lady, I’m sorry to wake you…” the speaker was hesitant as you tried to get your bearings after being gently shaken. “But the trials really must continue.”
You blinked up at Minho, a member of the Jay Pack, and then nodded. “What time is it?”
“Just after daybreak,” Hoseok replied, bringing a breakfast over to the table beside you bed. “The first trial must be finished before noon if we are to start the second trial today.”
You nodded your understanding. “I’ll be ready in an hour.”
Hoseok gave your hand a squeeze, then he and Minho left.
You ate quickly, then changed into clean clothing, making sure you wore mourning clothes, then your usual signifying jewelry, plus your father’s ring. In times past, the pack leader would be the one to wear that ring, but now that Arrow Pack was disbanded, you weren’t about to let the harpies have it. They were shunning you, and it hurt to not have your family around you anymore, even if they didn’t treat you well before.
So much for the bonds of a pack. You had always stood out among them, the elders that had passed had said you were a true Arrow and that the others lacked the spirit to fly true as you would.
You understood what they meant now. Looking back, you had always accepted challenges that would help your pack. You had jumped at the chance to prove you belonged. Maybe it was because you were the leaders daughter, or maybe because you were always looked at as someone who had life handed to you on a silver platter and you decided to prove them wrong. Which meant you hadn’t made many friends with the girls around you. Or guys, since you were outstripping them when it came to accomplishments.
That’s why you became friends with the Scout boys so quickly when the mothers and children of both packs ended up staying together for summers for extra strength. It was also the reason you ended up joining the adults much sooner than many of those your age. You learned to fight, hunt, gather, cook, and set up a camp as soon as you could. There were many failures, too many to count, that you inevitably learned from.
You looked up when you heard a chuckle.
Namjoon was on the stage, leaning against your seat. “You were pretty lost in thought.”
“Contemplating my situation in life.” You quickly studied him, wondering what he was doing here.
His smile widened. “I was putting the cushions on the chair and organizing for snacks and tea to be available for you here.” His smile faded and he looked serious. “Yesterday was far too stressful for you. We should have taken better care of you. We should have put off the trials when your father died.”
You looked out into the arena, glad that it was still empty. “It doesn’t feel real.”
His hand rested lightly on your back. “You haven’t had time for it all to sink in.”
“Am I doing the right thing, Namjoon?”
“As odd as it may sound, this is actually really good for all of the packs. Some friendly competition. Time to mingle. While it does open us up to conflict, it also forms stronger bonds of peace. Besides, y/n, I think everyone competing agrees that you are someone worth all of the trials in the world.”
You looked at him in surprise and he smiled at you.
“What? Just because we knew you while you were wild and rough doesn’t mean we’re blind to how beautiful and intelligent you’ve become. You wear the symbols of a woman so incredibly accomplished. Your father is legendary among the packs, and everyone know that you possess his determination and your mother’s beauty and grace.” He gently stroked your hair.
“Namjoon,” JY cleared his throat, his ears flicking with slight irritation.
Namjoon dropped his hand. “Sorry. We were just talking.”
“I could see that. I suggest you talk from a little farther away.”
Namjoon nodded, taking a step away. “Maybe the second trial should be pushed until tomorrow.”
“It’ll take four days for it to be completed anyway. That’s a pack trial most importantly, then the individuals will be considered how you deem fit, y/n. Once the contestants take off to hunt and gather, you will be able to rest.”
You closed your eyes, nodding and wishing JY had been just a few minutes later. You were finally starting to feel grounded as the two of you spoke. Now you were back up in the air.
The first trial continued about ten minutes later.
The consultation with the leaders of the other two packs over the character of their members helped, but only slightly. Mostly you just had to go off of first impressions.
JY took your list as you took your seat and called out the names of those who had made the cut. “The second trial, for the honor of their pack, the hunting trial. Prove you have what it takes to care for her and the rest of the pack. You have four days to do as much as you can. Good luck to all.”
The contenders for each pack gathered up, then hurried to get their supplies and head off in set directions.
You stared after them, itching to go running and hunting and just be free from the mourning clothes and the crushing weight of the reality that your father was dead. That you were about to become someone’s mate. That you would soon be following a different pack leader’s orders. That you were the last true Arrow and the traditions and stories ended with you.
That you now had four days of down-time and none of your friends would be there to help you through them.
You went back to your tent and continued working on the quilt that you had started a couple day before heading to the pack meeting. You stitched carefully, meticulously ensuring that each stitch was even and perfect. All of the fabric came from clothing that could no longer be worn, to use up the fabric that still had some life to it. You had pieced it together so carefully, every night in a seat beside your father.
You showed up in public when you needed to, cooked for yourself, and mostly kept to yourself. All that was brought in by the competitors was stored securely in rooms with freezers that only you had the keys to, so every night you went and unlocked each pack’s room, then watched and waited as they brought in their bounty and greeted you.
Then after they were all done putting in their gatherings, you locked the doors again and two competitors would draw straws to see who would escort you back to the tent—their opportunity to talk to you and impress you.
The first night it was Youngjae (a sweetheart from Jay Pack, part of JB’s subpack) and Chanyeol (from Stem pack, part of the Exoskeletons). The second night were two members of the Jellyfish pack, Ken and Ravi (both part of the same subpack). On the third night it was Kun and Taemin from Stem pack.
On the last night, it was Jungkook and Hoseok. A welcome change to walking with strangers, because you felt comfortable with him.
“You have bags under your eyes,” Hoseok said gently, using a familiar tone the moment the three of you were alone. “You haven’t been sleeping.”
“I have, just not well.” And it was bad enough that the competitors whose names you barely knew were concerned as well.
“Nightmares?”
“Crying.” You sighed and glanced at the different encampments.
Jungkook looked nervous. “You’ve been alone all this time. That had to have been hard.”
“I’ve almost finished a quilt, so at least I’ve been productive.”
“I’m sure it’s the best quilt in the world,” Hoseok chuckled, nudging you. “Jungkook here is doing well for the trial, got a lot of stuff. You’ll feast well. Everyone will feast well.”
You smiled. “I’m sure he is, and I’m sure we will. I’ve been opening the storage doors, remember?”
“Besides, Hyung, did you see that boar the Stem pack brought in? We probably haven’t brought in nearly as much as them, or Jay Pack for that matter.” Jungkook frowned and kicked a stone on the ground.
“You’re doing well. Besides, it’s not all about quantity.”
“We’d have had a really nice addition…but I got startled by a snake…” Hoseok admitted.
You took both of their arms. “You’re doing fine. All of the packs are. I’m just glad to have friendly faces back in camp. It’s hard to know who to trust. And I know I have to guard myself even around you all, but at least I know…”
“We just want you to be happy,” Jungkook said softly. “And you know it. When was the last time you were truly happy, y/n?”
You shivered, unable to answer that.
Hoseok’s jacket rested on your shoulders and arms, already warm from his body. “You can get it back to me later.”
You nodded, sliding your arms into the sleeves.
Jungkook slipped your hand into his, pressing something into your palm. “From Taehyung. He said you like quartz. The rest was put with our gatherings, but he wanted you to have this one.”
You nodded, but didn’t let him let go of your hand. You needed it right now.
Hoseok’s hand rested lightly on your back. “It’s been a long day. You should get some rest. Tomorrow will be the end of the trial and cooking trial will start right after.
The three of you reached your tent and you briefly hugged Jungkook, taking hold of the quartz, then you really hugged Hoseok because he gave the best hugs and wasn’t a shy bean like Jungkook.
He kept hold of you for a while, feeling like forever and not long enough at the same time. It made you feel a lot better.
“Thanks, Hobi,” you murmured softly then tugged at your ear, your tail swishing softly behind you.
He gave you a blinding smile, then he started toward their camp.
Jungkook touched your shoulder and gave you another friendly smile before catching up to Hoseok.
You took a deep breath then entered your tent again. You turned on the lamp and picked up your notes for the trials to record your observations from the night.
This trial was the hardest for you to decipher any qualities from until they presented their bounty to you with the tales of their work. Which you weren’t looking forward to.
Because the hunting was over, there were howls here and there, plus singing there and here as the packs celebrated the end of the hunting trial.
You fell asleep at the table, but you slept which helped you through the next day which was long and while there was incredible feasting, it was hard to decide the criteria for who went on the the next round. You ended up only weeding out five competitors, and that was with the cooking trial tacked on. If anything, it felt like more people actually had a chance.
Which was why the fourth trial would be the one of your choosing.
And you decided to have them all write letters of introduction to you. Their likes, their dislikes, their interests, their hobbies, and both their good and bad points were to be written for you to read.
You noted the looks of surprise on all the competitors faces as they heard what the trial would be. As you explained that the trial would be a letter.
“Include anecdotes if you think that will help. Tell me what I would need to know. Fears, allergies, accomplishments, family, friends; if it’s relevant, include it. I’m not judging this by the quality of your writing but by the quality of the content. You have until tomorrow evening to write. If you do not hand in a letter you will not participate in the next trial. Good night, and good luck,” You finished, then walked purposefully off the platform.
“May I escort you back to your tent, m’lady?” Jackson asked, catching you before you could leave. He gave you a friendly smile.
You nodded and accepted his arm. “Thank you.” You knew him a little better than some of the others since he was one of the messengers of his subgroup, so you were a little more comfortable with him.
He was oddly quiet on the way back, but you knew he was probably trying to think of something to say. “I need to apologize to you.”
“For?” You asked, surprised.
He looked like he was full of guilt. “I wasn’t fast enough to stop him.”
Your breath hitched.
“I didn’t realize what was going on until it was too late. If I had just been…”
You squeezed his arm. “Everything happens for a reason. I have to believe that. You gave me more time with my father by preventing him from getting stabbed again. You have nothing to apologize for.”
He nodded. “Thank you, my lady.”
You sighed, relaxing and feeling safe with him. “Thank you for walking me back.”
“You ate alone. We were all talking about how you of all people shouldn’t be eating alone.”
“I’m an orphan of a pack that died many years before my father did.”
He paused as you reached your tent. “Y/n, my lady, may I make a suggestion?”
You looked at him curiously.
“Why not make it a continual trial, eat with a different group every night for the rest of the trials? You can get to know the competitors more, and you won’t be dining alone.”
You smiled. “I will consider it. Thank you, Jackson.”
“Good night, y/n.”
“Good night.” You entered your tent, still smiling. It was an excellent idea. You would have to tell the pack leaders that you would be doing it, but you honestly didn’t think you could spend another evening meal alone. And it would allow you to get to know the competitors better.
“Psst.”
You jerked awake.
“Psst, y/n!”
You got up and went to the entrance to your tent.
Jimin was there, hiding out of sight. “I’m here to get Hoseok’s jacket.”
You smiled and went back in, grabbing the jacket and holding it out for him. “Go. If anyone asks I asked you to move something that was too heavy for me.”
He grinned and darted off to his camp.
You tilted your head back, looking to the stars and finding Orion. The hunter.
You knew it was crazy, but in that moment you pretended that Orion represented your father, hunting the night skies to clear your path of destiny for the morning.
You looked toward the North Star. The north was shared by Arrow and Scout packs, one to the west and one to the east of a lake that was in the center—the lake where mothers and children spent the summers in the safety numbers provided for them.
You always found yourself turning North, but then always to the east. Toward the Scouts.
On occasion in winter you would look south, but it was always directly south, where the Jays would be. And it was usually because you were freezing and ten degrees made a huge difference. Heck, five degrees made a huge difference.
“The territory will be split now that Arrow Pack has dissolved, or it will fall to whatever pack you go to,” Taehyungs voice, deep and thoughtful, said and startled you. He was standing a short distance away, gazing toward the North Star as well. One ear was swiveled slightly toward you. His fluffy tail swished gently, showing amusement.
You huffed slightly. “Don’t scare me like that.”
“I didn’t think I’d have to worry about sneaking up on the killer in the shadows,” he teased.
“Oh my God, you’ve been talking to Jerry, haven’t you?” You almost choked at the title.
He laughed. “What really happened?”
“I was playing hide and seek with them and they didn’t notice me right under their noses so I jumped at them with a screech and somehow I apparently timed it just right because a I ended up catching a turkey. It startled me and I flung it by its head into a tree. Apparently it looked intentional because pretty soon everyone was talking about how I killed a turkey by hiding in the shadows. No one mentioned that the boys screamed at higher pitches than I could reach, or that one of them fainted, or that another wet himself.”
He laughed long and hard and loud. “That’s even better! You know they say you can bend shadows, right?”
“Yeah, no. It’s called camouflage and they’re drunk or high or otherwise incapacitated. Definitely didn’t have to worry about them hitting on me.” You pulled your shawl tighter around you.
“Y/n…”
“Don’t get sentimental Taehyung. We shouldn’t even be speaking right now.”
“You got my gift?”
You smiled. “I did, yes. I can’t believe you found rutilated quartz.”
“We actually stumbled on a cave system, but that was the prettiest piece we got. I would have given it to you myself but…”
“It’s fine. I love it.”
“My lady? Taehyung?” One of the Jellyfish pack members (oh, what was his name?) called out. He approached cautiously.
“Sorry, did we disturb you?” You asked.
“It’s getting late, Miss.” His voice sounded a little stiff.
“It is, sorry.” You dipped your head to him, understanding that he probably saw this as Taehyung taking advantage of his familiarity with you to get ahead.
His gaze was mostly on Taehyung, confirming your thoughts.
Taehyung turned to you and bowed. “Sweet dreams, y/n.”
You nodded, not trusting yourself to sound formal.
The jellyfish member hesitated to leave. “Miss, can I ask you something?”
“You may.” Hongbin? Was that it? It sounded right. He was part of the sub-group with Ken, Ravi, and Leo. There were two other members that you couldn’t remember at the moment, probably because you were tired.
“Do we even stand a chance against the Scouts or Jays?”
“Hongbin, I am trying my best to give everyone a fair chance. But…I am alone. I have no family, no pack, and no one to talk to. I’m not eloquent, and I make a terrible first impression. I struggle to carry on conversations. It’s like getting caught in the rapids of the river and desperately trying to catch hold of something or reach the shore but I can’t.”
He looked at you with sadness in his eyes. “Your pack…”
“It’s been a long time since they saw me as part of the pack. They stopped being Arrows when they were pups, I just never noticed.” You looked back at the stars. “I am shunned. And that’s okay. I was always the odd one out anyway.”
“We…you could dine with us if you like.”
“I will keep your invitation in mind,” you responded with a smile. “I was actually considering dining with each of the groups on different night to get to know everyone better.”
“Wait until after the fourth trial, m’lady. If everyone follows your instructions well, you should have an exceptional base for who you want.” He offered you a smile. “I hope I make the cut.”
You smiled back and dipped your head. “Goodnight, Hongbin.”
“Goodnight, my lady.”
You entered your tent again. You were feeling far more relaxed after being able to have conversations with friends and potential friends. You were lucky to have so many kind men vying for your hand, but you knew weeding out the bad from the good would take a lot longer and be a lot more difficult than any winter you had weathered.
Morning came, waking you gently as the light seeped through the entrance of your tent. You felt like you had finally gotten the sleep that you needed. The conversations from the previous night came to your mind and you felt warm and fuzzy.
The day passed by in a comfortable blur, you talked with members of the other packs, mostly the women. It was odd being welcomed by them. The single women were a little less welcoming, but you didn’t blame them. Their men were fighting to be your mate, a complete stranger, instead of their mate. You didn’t blame them one bit for the dirty looks they shot you.
Then as evening fell, you waited in front of your tent with a basket on the table. Many had already left their letters in it, giving you shy, scared, confident, and determined looks.
The scouts came up together, Namjoon in the lead. They seemed…sober, maybe a little scared.
Jimin finally gave you a smile as they stepped up to the table, he suddenly looked embarrassed. “Don’t judge me too hard, y/n.”
You rolled your eyes. “Jimin, it’s a little late for that.”
He giggled, recognizing your teasing, and then stepped away.
Hoseok was serious, and he bowed slightly to you as he put the letter in the basket. “Y/n.”
“Hoseok,” You gave him a gentle smile.
Yoongi and Jungkook slid theirs in at once, Yoongi with a nod and Jungkook looking shy and embarrassed.
Namjoon looked at you. “We’re fighting for you. We want you in our pack. You’ve been in our lives since we were young. We’ll take care of you.”
“I know,” You replied, smiling softly as his and Jin’s letters dropped into the basket. “Honestly, I probably don’t even need your letters, but I’m grateful all the same. I will cherish these.”
Taehyung held his letter tightly in his hands, looking pale and worried. His soulful eyes searched you. “Y/n-ah…I…”
You took a deep breath. “I meant it, I’ll cherish them.”
He nodded slowly, and put the letter in the basket.
Namjoon led them all away after they bowed to you one last time.
JB approached with his sub-pack and they all put their letters in at once.
“We hope we have met your criteria, m’lady.” JB bowed, and his members followed suit.
Jackson gave you a big grin.
Youngjae stepped forward. “What is the next trial, y/n?”
“To be determined after this trial is over,” You replied, giving him a smile. “I can’t be preoccupied with another trial with so many letters to read for this trial. I will do my best to make it through as quickly as possible, but with such important information in all of these letters I have to take my time. It would be a shame to treat these with less importance than they deserve.”
Jinyoung bowed. “Thank you, my lady.”
One member from the Stem pack brought all of their letters, bowing to you. “It was faster this way, my lady.”
You smiled and nodded.
Then those from the Jellyfish pack that were still in the competition came up with their letters as a group.
Hongbin met your gaze, then looked at his letter and nodded, putting it in the basket.
N (you remembered now that you saw them all together) just bowed to you and put his in.
Hyuk and Leo did theirs at the same time.
Ravi fidgeted with his letter. “You’re really going to read all of these?”
“I am.” You replied. “I think it will help me find someone that I could genuinely be happy with. And who would be happy with me.”
He nodded and put his in with Ken.
They bowed to you and moved away.
The newest subpack of Jay pack came over together, even though only two were old enough to be participating. They just seemed to be supporting Chan, Changbin, and Minho.
They mustered up their courage and both dropped their letters in the box.
A few more from the Jay pack came, and a couple from the Stem pack that had missed putting theirs in when they were collected.
Finally, with all the letters in your possession and you entered your tent. You shuffled through them all, trying to decide whose letter to start with.
You closed your eyes and picked one at random after mixing them all together. The first letter from a potential mate. You’d probably remember this letter more than all others.
You opened your eyes and studied the seal of the pack, anticipation building inside of you. Maybe fate decided that this would be the first letter you would read. Maybe this one would be your mate.