Jimin could sense someone—or something—was around. She tried to sniff the air but couldn’t quite catch it.
There were moments it would disappear, the smell would get extremely thick and pungent, but when she took a few steps towards it, it would disappear again, followed by the sounds of scurrying and whimpers.
The alpha could have simply let it be and went back to relaxing inside her tent. But the scent was starting to get to her. She couldn’t ignore it anymore.
Jimin’s brow twitched as she focused in on her hearing. Crunches on the leaves, heavy breathing and a nasty, yet familiar scent invaded her senses. She took a moment but in a quick turn she grabbed the intruder by the neck and pinned them to the trunk of a tree.
As her eyes focused, she was face to face with one of her men.
“C-Chief, w-we tried—“ he stopped when Jimin dug her fingers roughly onto his neck, causing him to choke out his words. “W-We can’t find it.”
She scoffed, throwing him to the ground, not caring if he was suffocating or anything. She walked away and continued searching.
If her people weren’t going to be useful, she might as well do it herself.
Because she was getting impatient, and when she did, she became incredibly irritable and gradually became angry, then she would lash out at her pack again.
Jimin slashed through the overgrown leaves with her hunting knife as she stomped through, looking left and right, taking time to inhale the faint scent.
It was sweet.
Something that didn’t belong in The Barrens.
She wasn’t sure. It was hard to decipher. Because she knew what her pack smelled like. Or what the Oil Rig pack smelled like as well.
This scent smelled like… fruits. Or something fresh. Something that wasn’t familiar in this part of their planet.
The rustling came back and Jimin’s senses became even sharper as she listened carefully. She really didn’t have time for this.
She tried her best to silence each of her steps as she moved forward, using her nose to scent out the creature and once she reached a spot where there were tall bushes that were covered by leaves, she reached her hand in and to her surprise, she caught something.
Immediately, the creature snarled and barked but Jimin had a firm grip on its scruff… or maybe its neck and pulled it from the bushes.
She quickly pointed her knife at it, but the moment the creature stopped, Jimin’s eyes went wide at what she was seeing.
“Well—“
Jimin tilted her head at the sight of a filthy hybrid trapped in her grip. She hadn’t seen one up close in a long time. Usually, the ones they find were feral and already attacking her. She was used to seeing them like that, just a bunch of animals, with no thought or emotion inside of them.
All just useless animals.
This one was different. This hybrid was just scared, it wasn’t attacking Jimin or anything. Just covering its face with its arms and legs, shivering like a wet dog.
How amusing, Jimin thought. From the sight of the ears and tail, this was a dog hybrid. Not even a wolf, but it looked like a domestic, house pet.
That should mean something. This hybrid didn’t belong here in The Barrens. Probably from a different planet.
Out of curiosity, she slowly brought the hybrid closer, and took a quick whiff—
Her brows perked. The scent of the hybrid was definitely foreign, fur was definitely pampered before, and it definitely didn’t belong to where they lived.
Jimin watched as the hybrid trembled in her hold. Pathetic dog ears folded to the back, fur and skin filthy with dirt and grime. Soft sobs and whimpers coming out of its soft supple mouth.
She raised a brow, intrigued by the sight.
But her grip on the hybrid’s scruff was tight and she forcefully pulled the hybrid closer to her, making it cry more, its whimpering getting louder.
“What do I do with you?” Jimin asked quizzically, wanting to mock it. She suddenly dropped the hybrid, but before the thing could scramble up, Jimin quickly grabbed it by the face, forcing it to look at her.
Tears behind bright blue eyes. There was a dirty collar around her neck, torn up garments covering her frail body. All in the color blue.
Blue.
And it was female.
How quaint.
Her brow perked again when she noticed that her blonde hair reached only to her shoulders and Jimin couldn’t help but be amused at the sight. She liked women with short hair anyway.
Jimin took a moment to scan the hybrid even more. She was thin, had fur that was a faded transition from blonde to white. She wondered what kind of mutt this hybrid was.
But she didn’t care. She could use her as a toy, fuck her once and then maybe throw her back here. Or maybe kill her. Depending on what her mood was.
However, a part of her wanted to keep her. She was too small and too weak to fend for herself. Plus, her men might do something when they discover her—
She ignored it.
Without hesitation, Jimin released her and then grabbed the mutt by the scruff again, dragging her towards the direction to her camp.
The mutt didn’t speak, but she was resisting Jimin’s force. When the tugging became more noticeable, Jimin growled, swiftly turning sharply to bring her knife to the mutt’s neck.
It flinched and whimpered again.
“You should be lucky I haven’t killed you yet,” Jimin hissed, already baring her canines at the dog. But the sight of teary eyes and the terrified expression made her hesitant again.
The alpha scoffed. Her heart was starting to take control again, but she resisted it. There was no reason for her to feel this way over a mangy mutt.
As her patience wore thin, she used her arms to carry the dog in her arms instead, hoisting her body over her shoulders like a simple sack of potatoes.
Her arm rested at the skinny waist and subtly cupped her ass, making the mutt yelp in surprise, the tail tucked between her legs shooting upwards. She smirked.
She might have a lot of fun with this dog.
“And what is this?” Aeri asked, her tone immediately hit a nerve in Jimin, and she wasn’t in the mood to explain anything.
The taller alpha didn’t even spare her a look, busy rummaging through bottles of already opened alcohol. She grabbed one, it still had something inside. After a quick whiff and knowing it didn’t smell bad, she took a long swig and threw the bottle away, making it crash onto a post.
Then she roughly wiped her mouth with the back of her hand and grunted. “A stray,” she said in a low voice.
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