Panting softly in the dense forest brush, Park Jimin frantically looked around, trying to spot a place where he could climb up into a tree to get a little bit of leverage from his pursuers.

His feet were aching from running barefoot through the rocky terrain, little cuts still stinging and bruises had already formed and were starting to heal very slowly as he pushed forward, trying desperately to ignore his newly discovered Omega instincts.

“We can smell you, little Omega.” A voice called from the distance. “Your heat will be nearly upon you, calling for me to fill you up with my pups.”