I wasn’t a person that drew attention to myself.

And that was fine for me, more than fine, actually; because attention usually disrupted my magic, and caused it to flare, wither, and keen inside of me, with the only way to soften it is by using it against those curious eyes; whether in a good or a bad way.

But it seemed that attention was the thing we received the most while I walked with the boys to this.. cafe they wanted me to go with. Everyone was looking at them, eyes pondering about the mysterious new girl in the middle of them. I furrowed my eyebrows wondrously. Does being a werewolf automatically meant you’d gain attention to yourself? Busan wasn’t a small place, and there was no way every single one of those people knew whom these boys are. The attention mustn’t be because they knew them, but rather because there was something in them that made people.. pause and stare.

I looked around me at the boys. I wanted to know what everyone saw in them that I didn’t see. Sure, they were good looking (yes, all of them. Even my twin was gorgeous) but was their good looks all it was? There must be something more to them, something I would know and sense like these.. humans.. were sensing. But all I got was their normal werewolf scent that resembled the stench of a sick, wet dog, and their flexibility that showed even when they merely walked.

Maybe I had been in the presence of werewolves for too long that I forgot what it was like to be in awe of them.

Even then, the comment - filled with sarcasm - still flew out of my mouth.

“You got quite the popularity,” I managed to say without allowing a sly smile from grazing my mouth. “It’s kind of amusing. You are like a bunch of flower boys.”

“They are obviously looking at me.” Kai said without a shame, flipping his hair like a sassy little princess. Everyone face-palmed at his comment, while he slowed his pace to walk beside me. The murmurs of these nosey people increased, some girls were giving me stares of absolute displeasure. Wow, they love him. “I mean, have you seen the amount of amazingness that is wrapped around me? I’m gorgeous, admit it.”

“Oh you are gorgeous,” Baekhyun said with his small, husky voice that made my body hair stand. His eyes were staying on mine even while he was speaking with Kai, bools of infinite brown and scrutiny, intruding my own. I narrowed my eyes dangerously, but he chuckled deeply under his breath, before looking away. “But you have an empty head. You’re as stupid as a prick.”

“Hyung-“ Kai was quick to whine, but the single look he was receiving from Baekhyun shut him up completely; rendering him pouting like a child.

I couldn’t help but smirk.

So Baekhyun had this.. thing in him that silenced the boys with a mere stare. Was he this powerful? Or did he posses an Alpha blood in him he wasn’t yet tilted with? I was curious about him, and I knew the small stare he gave me was him showing his curiosity about me as well.

“It’s because something in us draw them in,” Chanyeol’s soft voice entered my ear, and I looked sideways to see him walking beside me, a small smile on his face. The small crinkles of his soft lips, releasing a similarly soft smile; resembled the tone of voice he talked to me with, and I couldn’t help but gape. A boy so big.. could be so gentle?

Even when he was speaking only to me, he and I both knew the others were listening. “Something that draw them in. Maybe our good looks? Or that we bring them serenity? My father told me it’s because they feel protected, by whatever it is they are sensing from us.”

“Chanyeol.” Sehun threatened in a small voice, eyeing him, and I didn’t need anything more of Chanyeol’s words to understand what was going on. However, I was surprised he’d share such oddity with a human.

“What?” Chanyeol asked, genuinely confused about whether he said something wrong or not, and he received a single shake of Sehun’s head to realize that he shouldn’t have said what he did.

Because according to them, I didn’t know.

But, you see, I do know. I know they are werewolves, and that Baekhyun could be possessing an Alpha male traits he hadn’t yet touched or released. I do know that they are just simple pack members, with Sehun’s father—My father, as responsible for them. Was he the Alpha, my father? I hadn’t had the chance to search him through my magic yet, and get all of the details. All I was sure of that they were a werewolf pack in this area, an area they’ve had it marked to themselves.

I also knew what Chanyeol was talking about. Werewolves normally gave out a feeling of security around people, humans especially. Werewolves naturally couldn’t control the feelings they gave out to humans, it was just in their nature. Like when you watch a bird on a tree, tweeting away; it’d give out tranquility within you. The same thing happened with werewolves, which was beyond me, because from what I know of werewolves, they are savages; beasts with the ability to shift into humans. But then again, that was what I used to believe about them.

I didn’t say anything in reply to Chanyeol’s words, neither did I give them a heads up that I noticed the hidden message behind Sehun’s shake of head. I pretended to be a naive human and gave them a foxy smile, filled with fraud and false innocence.

It was outstanding how I reached this level. I hadn’t always been manipulative, and I never really thought about using effort in being one either. My mother was great with manipulating men to her lair of ual desire, where she gives them what they want and she gets to have what she wants: endless amount of money. But have I, unconsciously or not; took some of her acts in being such a sneaky person? Where no one can see a glimpse of the truth, for I knew how to hide it? Even werewolves, who are normally sharper than most people?

I shook the thoughts away, along with the raising beating of my heart; and looked up, only to notice all of the boys looking at me. My heartbeats increased even more, my magic tingled in the roots of my stomach, building up within and reacting negatively, and I felt a small spark of angry electricity flare inside from surprise. The feeling, however, was gone as soon as it came.

“What?” I asked, surprise filling my face, because why the heck were they looking at me like that?

“Nothing,” Sehun mumbled softly, scratching the spot behind his left ear. When I looked there, I noticed his ears were a soft shade of pink. “I just thought something happened, like you slipping over a pebble.”

Oh.

He heard the sudden erratic pacing of my heart. They all did.

I plastered another fake smile on my face, although the effort in making this one was easier than faking my disinterest and innocence to their werewolf agendas.

“Slipping? I’m everything but clumsy, Oh Sehun.” I joked lightly, even though I didn’t know what it was like to joke around (with friends, family, siblings. Joking around requires having someone to joke with; and all I had was the stale air of my apartment house and the many, many books my mom owned for and about magic) Sehun, and everyone actually, took my joking to heart, and they smiled.

Even Baekhyun’s rough exterior seemed to crack softly, a small smile lining his lips, the silver band around his supple, pink lower lip flashing.

We continued to walk around for the cafe we should have been inside a few minutes earlier, and once we - they - spotted the glassy, cliche brown exterior of the small shop, their faces brightened; and they huddled inside excitedly. Sehun was childishly telling Kyungsoo to buy him his own share of coffee and pastries, imagine, with a soft whine and pout. I didn’t think he had it in him to act like that.

I was shook out of my state of mind watching Sehun by a sleek, warm yet muscled arm that sneaked by my arms, settling behind on my back, and urging me forward. I snapped my eyes upwards, and came face to face with Baekhyun’s brown, inviting eyes; his lips curled into something that shouldn’t spell as trouble as I thought it would. The unfamiliar closeness I had with him made my heart increase right away, and I found my body subconsciously jerk forward to release myself from him, but it didn’t seem to bother him, since his main intention in the first place was to urge me forward, because apparently; I was lagging behind.

“Don’t worry,” came his unamused voice from behind, and when I turned to shoot him a glare, cheeks round and red; he continued. “You’re not that attractive.” And then he was passing past me, inside the cafe; and I caught a wisp of his scent. Aside the suffocating stench of a werewolf, there was a subtle smell of rosewood and waterfalls, something intensely.. pretty, despite having nothing close to pretty in Baekhyun.

He held just dangerous beauty; inviting and enticing. He was everything but a silly synonym as pretty.