It was too late for Kris to morph in to his wolf as the rusty-coated animal smacked straight into him, causing the two of them to roll messily in the dirt and pass some food carts. Taemin growled under his breath- a signal for Kris to stop struggling under his big paws.   Kris forced himself to obey, eventually relaxing under Taemin’s wolf to glare angrily at the wolf.   “What do you want?” Kris hissed, his hands stiffly wrapped around the abundant fur of the beast on its furry chest.   Taemin cocked his head to the side, before his figure steadily transformed back to its human form, completely plain . “Get off me!” Kris demanded in a repelled tone, not enjoying the fact that there was a bare bodied man straddling him to the ground.    Taemin fluidly punched Kris in the jaw, “You shut it. You have a lot of explaining to do.”   Kris felt his anger bubbling rapidly in his chest. “There is nothing to explain. It’s rather you who has some explaining to do.” Kris’s eyes travelled over his shoulder to where the real damage was happening.    Kris observed how Taemin’s jaw clenched, his hands that twirled around his shoulders tightening into choking vice-grips. “I was sent by the king to kill off these fools. What they are doing here are illegal, they had not requested permission to distribute goods here.”   “You murderer!” Kris then spat in Taemin’s face, causing the latter to grimace in antipathy.    “You’re coming with me.” Taemin roughly yanked Kris up by his collar and shoved him towards his men whom captured Kris’s hands behind his back and roped them together. Kris didn’t struggle, just simply allowing them to restrain him with a calm expression.    After all, it had been a while since he had visited the King.    He would be sure to make his return a grand delight.    -=-=-=-=-=-   Chaeyoung reached for the handle of the black truck, but she was abruptly wrenched backwards by a harsh pull to the back of her shirt. She struggled while the girls in her arms hid their faces onto their mother’s shoulders, fearful of the situation they were in.    It was unexpected when she felt something hot whip her back. She peered over her shoulder in panic, seeing man whom looked more than furious by her stubbornness.   Chaeyoung  rolled her shoulder back and pushed herself forward, releasing herself from the man concisely so she could place her daughters down and shield them with her body. “Leave!” Chaeyoung commanded, a prickling fire dancing in her irises.   The uniformed man sneered, retrieving a rectangular gun from his hind pocket.   Chaeyoung could feel both her daughters trembling against her, squeezing at the denim material over her thighs.   “Mummy.” Mina whispered, frightened. “What’s happening?”   Chaeyoung couldn’t answer since her sole attention was fixated on the strange man, pointing the lethal weapon in their direction.   “What are you?” He asked, clicking his gun and pressing his finger over the trigger.    “If you pull that trigger, you’ll regret it.” Chaeyoung coolly said, though s