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.prologue.
The noise startles you from the book you’ve been reading.
The house is empty - Humin and Suho are gone for the night - and you don’t own any pets but you do live in a dangerous world so the first thing you do is grab the small shocker your brother made you carry around everywhere even when you’re in your own house.
You’re quiet as the steps are bringing you closer to where you’ve heard the sound: at the front door. Maybe it’s your brother? Or Suho? But they both have keys and neither should be back till morning.
Everything seems quiet again and even with the lights out in this part of the house your eyes are used to the darkness with how often you now are left with no electricity or simply turn the lights off for security reasons.
You almost turn around ready to believe that your ears have just picked up on something outside that thankfully has no connection to you when a low grunt slices through the silence.
Right outside the door.
Don’t be stupid. Suho always says.
Your selflessness will get you killed one of those days. Humin tells you occasionally, shaking his head in disapproval.
They are both right.
Especially the part where you’re probably getting yourself killed.
Another groan comes and it’s impossible to believe it comes from someone who’s not in pain.
The door opens ajar when you twist the lock but the pressure from the outside sends it flying fully open and you can only manage a gasp when a heavy body falls atop of you as you both are sent to the floor with the undeniable force of gravity.
Your breathing is irregular and heart is hammering in your chest as you’re caged by a man whose face you can’t see since it’s buried in the juncture of your beck and shoulder.
You’re trying to pry away from him but he’s too heavy for you and…is he blacked out?
One more push with the strength you’ve collected within yourself and you’re able to push him off and his body rolls off of you as you let out another gasp: one of your hands is covered in blood as is your t-shirt and…it’s not your blood.
You send the door flying shut and crawl to the body soaking crimson into your brother’s favorite carpet.
“Hey…” You call but to no avail. “Hey!”
Your hand reaches out, fingers curling not sure if you’re doing the right thing. The man is on his back, head lolled in the direction opposite from you and his own shirt and a bomber is red with his own blood. Or not his? You don’t know.
With another intake of breath your hand presses to his shoulder. He doesn’t react. You open his bomber wider only to see a sliced t-shirt.
“Shit…” Slips from your mouth as you work faster to raise his t-shirt in search of the wound.
A second later one of your wrists is caught in a tight almost bruising hold and you have no choice but to look up.
Your lips fall apart. What…how…?
“Wolf?”
He looks at you for a second longer before his eyes are rolling back and he's losing consciousness once again.