He turned up at the circus one day, no one knows from where. He traipsed down the aisles of cages, his eyes never rose from his converse. A limp duffel hung off one shoulder, a sombre expression never left his face. Eyes rose from the cages either side of him, chained performers gazing at the boy as he walked. Few noticed the limp in his step, few noticed the weight he carried In his heart, few even bothered to hold their gaze on him. Like the cascades of fiery h

  Chanyeol was a lonely werewolf, a packless alpha who spent his days hating the very blood that coursed through his veins. He hated what he had done, he hated how the beast inside him had taken over and destroyed the most precious thing in his life. But it all changed for the good as he was limping through the forest one day, the redheaded boy stumbled across one of the small colonies of humans, a little village hidden away in the depths of the forest.  

  One pull of a lever. That's all it would take. She couldn't live with these memories anymore, not when he left her. She was a distraught mess, blood, tears, she may as well he dead. But suicide could fail, someone could catch her, surgery could save her, this was perfect. No one was home, it would all be over before they get back. Just pull the lever and the pain would be gone. Just pull the lever and all her memories would be gone. Forever. ***