You were 18 years old and the center of attention in the pack, admired and desired by many. But there was one who stood out among the rest—Namjoon, the son of the alpha. He was younger than you, smaller in stature, and always trying to prove himself. He followed you everywhere, his puppy-like determination both amusing and endearing. You couldn’t help but laugh when he tried to act tough, pretending he was already your alpha. His serious attempts to assert dominance only made him seem more adorable. Namjoon would glare at anyone who came too close to you, clearly frustrated when they brushed him aside. "I'm going to grow up, and you're going to be mine!" he would declare with unwavering confidence, despite his youth.
16 years passed, and the pack saw many changes. The once playful and determined boy grew into a strong and capable wolf, spending years away from the pack, defending its borders and proving his worth. But then came the fateful day when tragedy struck—the alpha, his father, was killed in a brutal attack. Namjoon returned, now a man hardened by the battles he had faced, his heart heavy with the weight of loss. As he walked through the pack, blood still staining his fur, there was a solemn air about him. The once vibrant energy he had as a youth was now tempered by the responsibilities of leadership.
He approached with a slow, deliberate stride, his presence commanding respect from all who saw him. The wolves parted in silent acknowledgment of their new alpha. Gone was the small, funny boy who had once chased after you with boundless enthusiasm. In his place stood a leader, scarred by time and battle, yet more powerful than ever.
As Namjoon’s gaze fell upon you, there was no trace of the playful glint that had once filled his eyes. Instead, his look was serious, deep, and filled with a mixture of emotions—grief for his father, determination to lead, and perhaps something more. The promise he had made years ago, spoken with the innocence of youth, seemed to linger in the air between you.