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“Alright” he said taking a deep breath and sighing as he moved to his room and packed a few things in his bag, like shirts and pants and whatever one needed for when travelling and not long after he finished they were on the road to Asher’s pack. The moment they arrived and the gates closed behind them, Kaito felt it. It pressed in from every direction, a low hum under his skin, like standing in the middle of a deep forest where something ancient was watched but didn't threaten. Wolves. Dozens of them. Maybe more. He couldn't see most of them, but he felt them, threads of awareness brushing against him as the car rolled forward. His fingers curled slowly against his thigh and for a heartbeat, the old instinct flared. I don't belong here. Mage. Outsiders. Problem. Then the other presence inside him lifted his head. (Easy.) The wolf in him stirred with curious. Its awareness stretched outward, brushing the edges of the pack's collective presence like a cautious paw testing water. (They are many.) Kaito swallowed. Can you feel them? A low, thoughtful hum answered him. (Pack.) Something warm and unfamiliar twisted in his chest at the sound of that word but didn’t move or said anything. As they passed houses and lights and people, Kaito kept his gaze outward, taking everything in. Wolves walking openly. Laughing. Talking. Living. The air itself felt different—thicker, charged with scent and sound and something like belonging. The deeper they drove in, the more Kaito felt their attention brushing past him in faint threads, curious and assessing. He kept his posture still, controlled, the way years of surviving among people had taught him. Don't draw attention. Don't look like prey. But as they passed houses and people, Kaito kept his gaze outward, taking everything in. Wolves walking openly. Laughing. Talking. Living. The air itself felt different, thicker, charged with scent and sound and something like belonging. His wolf nudged him gently. (They smell us.) (And him.) Asher. Kaito glanced at him, at the steady line of his profile, the way he drove like this place already knew him down to the bone. Alpha. Home. Mate. The thought still made his stomach twist and he didn’t know how to understand the feeling. When the pack house finally came into view, Kaito forgot to breathe. It wasn't just big … it was alive . Not in the magical sense, but in the way old places held memory. The stone. The timber. The symbols worn smoothly by time and touch. This wasn't a fortress meant to keep people out. It was something that had grown, layer by layer, around those who lived inside it. The car rolled to a stop at the base of the steps, and Kaito realized his breath had gone shallow. His heart wasn't racing but it wasn't calm either. Before he could ground himself further, the front doors opened and a man stepped out, already smiling. “Asher,” he called, warmth unmistakable in his voice. “Took you long enough.” He wasn't as tall as Asher, leaner, compact, but there was strength in the way he moved. Muscles earned through training rather than intimidation. His presence carried authority, but it wasn't heavy-handed. This was Logan. Alpha brother. Logan came down the steps without hesitation, clearly expecting Asher and clearly relieved to see him. He clapped a hand on Asher's shoulder in a quick, familiar gesture. “Garret is inside and losing his mind,” he said with a grin. "We got something. A lead. You're gonna want to hear—" Then his gaze shifted and landed on Kaito. The smile didn't disappear but it paused. Kaito felt it instantly. The scent check. Logan’s brows wrinkle slightly as a concern flickered through his expression. Mage. Kaito's stomach dropped. Of course he smells it. Logan straightened subtly, attention sharpening as he took a step closer—not hostile, but alert. His gaze flicked back to Asher, then returned to Kaito. “Who … Asher, do you have anything to tell me? …” Logan started, clearly choosing his words. Then he took a step closer and froze instantly as the air shifted. Logan’s eyes widened and frowned at the same time as confusion rolled off him in a controlled wave as he leaned in slightly, scenting again like he couldn't believe what he was registering. “That's not possible,” Logan muttered under his breath blinking a few times then turning to Asher for some explanation. Kaito lifted his chin before he could stop himself. Logan's gaze snapped fully to his face now, recognition dawning almost. “…You,” he said slowly. “You're the one from Noah's place.” The words landed like a blow. The memory surged, blood, magic, darkness, waking disoriented and terrified. Logan exhaled sharply, running a hand through his hair. “We found you unconscious,” he continued, eyes searching Kaito's face. "Mage signature all over the scene. We thought…." He stopped, shook his head. “We never caught this part.” He looked back at Asher, confusing giving way to something more serious. "Asher," Logan said quietly, "he smells like magic. And wolf. I've never—" “I know,” Asher replied simply. Logan stared at them both for a long second, then his posture shifted, not relaxing entirely. “Well,” he said finally, voice careful not unkind, “that explains a hell of a lot” he sigh and then awkward silence fell upon them three for a few seconds. It wasn't hostile but it was heavy, the kind of silence that carried a thousand unspoken calculations. He stayed still, shoulders squared, hands loose at his sides. Years of surviving as a mage had taught him how to stand when judgment hovered nearby. Asher stood just half a step closer than before. A presence Kaito could feel like gravity at his back. Logan’s gaze drifted from Kaito to Asher again, slower now. Studying. Measuring. The shock had faded, replaced by something sharper, responsibility. Kaito could practically hear the thoughts turning behind Logan’s eyes. Magic and wolf in one body. A hybrid. A walking complication. Logan inhaled deeply, scenting again, not because he doubted his senses, but because he needed to understand them. His jaw tightened. “This changes things,” Logan said quietly, more to Asher than to Kaito. Kaito's stomach sank. He'd expected that. Logan wasn't glaring at him. He wasn't angry. That somehow made it worse. This wasn't a personal reaction. It was a pack reaction Kaito's wolf stirred, attentive. (Alpha mind.) (Protect pack.) Logan’s gaze flicked briefly toward the pack house, toward the unseen wolves inside. Kaito followed the look instinctively, suddenly aware again of how many ears, how many instincts, were within those walls. Some would accept this without question. Some wouldn't. Packs were built on tradition. On bloodlines. On instinct. Even the most progressive packs carried old scars, and mages were etched into werewolf history with fire and loss. Kaito knew that history. He studied it ever since he discovered what he was and he lived in its shadow. Logan rubbed the back of his neck slowly, a gesture that betrayed more unease than his steady posture. “You know how this will sound to some of them,” he said under his breath to Asher. "A mage walking into the pack house? With that scent?" His eyes flicked back to Kaito cautiously. “And if they caught the wolf part too…” He exhaled. "Some of the older wolves won't react well. Especially not Father." His tone softened, just slightly. “I know you didn't bring him here without a reason, but still …” Logan said sighing again knowing what this might cause. Kaito's breath caught. Please let it be a good one, he thought, guilt curling in his chest. Please don't let this tear your pack apart. He shifted his weight, finally speaking as the silence was becoming unbearable. "If this causes problems," Kaito said quietly, eyes steady despite the knot in his stomach, "I can leave. I don't want to put your pack at risk." The words tasted bitter, but honest. His wolf growled softly at the thought. (No.) Logan looked at him again, really looked this time. Not just the scent. Not the anomaly. The person. “That,” he said slowly, “isn’t a decision you get to make alone.” Then he turned back to Asher, waiting. Waiting for his brother to explain why he'd brought a mage—no, a hybrid —into the heart of the pack ands why he should allow it.

Alexander listened without interrupting. He felt the shift the moment it happened, the way Alistair's voice lost its sharpness, the way his confidence thinned into something quieter and far more honest. Alex had seen confession before, had heard people lay bare pieces of themselves they didn't fully understand. But this was different. This wasn't repentance. It was a soul standing at the edge of itself, unsure whether to step forward or retreat into the familiar darkness. When Alistair spoke of karmic strings, of cursed fate and power stolen from inevitability, Alex frowned slightly not in fear, but in thought. “So that's why,” he murmured. He turned his palm upward, half-expecting to feel something there. Nothing. Just warmth. Just skin. “I've been telling my whole life that light leaves traces,” he said quietly. "That everything touches something else. Fate, karma, consequence." He looked at Alistair again, curiosity gentle rather than probing. “I didn't realize it could be... silent too.” When Alistair said he was beyond saving, Alex felt it not as offense, but as sorrow. Not sharp. Heavy. Like watching someone lock a door from the inside and insist it was safer that way. “You say you're untouchable,” Alex replied softly. “But you came back anyway.” He didn't step closer. He didn't reach out. He simply stood there, moonlight catching in his hair, eyes steady. “That tells me you’re not as certain as you think.” Alistair spoke of cliffs and danger, of his father's way being safer. Alex slowly agreed. “Yes,” he agreed. “It’s safer.” That admission surprised even him. "My father's path leaves no loose ends. No risks. No second-guessing." His fingers curled slightly at his side. “But safety and justice aren't always the same thing.” When Alistair asked what the chance would require, Alex inhaled a slow, grounding breath and answered honestly. “It wouldn't start with redemption,” he said. "Or penance. Or undoing what's already been done." His gaze softened. "I don't think that's possible. Not for anyone." He shifted his weight, thoughtfully. "This chance would be smaller than that. Quieter." A faint smile touched his lips. “It would start with choice.” He gestured vaguely to the forest around them. To the world beyond the mountain. “Choosing not to hurt when you don't have to. Choosing to walk away instead of pulling a thread just because you can.” His eyes met Alistair's again, earnest. “Choosing to exist without hiding or performing around someone who isn't trying to control you.” Alex hesitated, then added, more vulnerable: "It could be as simple as wanting. Talking. Letting someone see you without deciding what that means yet." He tilted his head slightly, genuinely curious. "And maybe ... if you wanted ... it could mean doing some good. Not to balance scales or earn forgiveness." A soft shake of his head. “But because helping someone doesn't erase what you've done… it just proves you're still capable of choosing something else.” The forest rustled softly around them. “I'm not asking you to step off a cliff,” Alex said gently. “I'm asking you to sit near the edge with me for a while and decide whether it's really the only way forward.” He paused, then offered the last part carefully. “And if staying near me helps,” he admitted, almost shyly, “if my presence makes things… quieter for you, then you're welcome to it. I won't bind you. I won't absolve you. I won't pretend I can fix you.” His voice was steady and unwavering. “I can only walk beside you,” Alexander said. “And see what you choose to become.” He didn't extend his hand nor did he ask for an answer. He simply stood there as an open door, waiting.

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Julius glanced toward the bed when he noticed movement—only to blush deeply, caught off guard by Yukie’s sudden nudity. With practiced courtesy, he quickly lifted his gaze, staring somewhere well above Yukie’s head so he wouldn’t be caught looking. Not that he hadn’t seen Yukie like this plenty of times before. Still, the familiar rush of warmth crept up his neck, butterflies fluttering wildly in his stomach. He sighed inwardly. It couldn’t be helped… though, honestly, it felt unfair that Yukie was so effortlessly handsome. It was Yukie’s fault for being so good looking and well .. equipped. Julius forced himself to focus on Yukie’s voice, determined to drown out the thoughts buzzing far too loudly in his head. Blocking out his inner voice. The one yelling at him, to pounds on Yukie like a dog on a bone. [“I’m eating more often around you maybe a habit of being with you~. It’s annoying I get so hungry at times it prevents days of just lying in bed with you~.”] (Oh what a struggle!) Julius’s cheeks felt warm. 'Food!.. food.. hungry for real food'. He reminded himself as he took the rest of the fries and chicken out of the paperback. Each item was in two driffrent cardboard boxes. And placed them on the small table for both to enjoy. By this time Yukie had covered himself with a pair of shorts, but the tip of Julius’s ears were still pink. And Yukie’s please groans as he bite into the food didn’t help at all. ["You make me really happy darling."] Julius smiled despite himself. How could he not? Yukie looked at him like he was the most precious thing in the world. Julius’s heart pounded so loudly he was sure it might give him away. He looked aside for a moment, then gently took Yukie’s wrist and guided him to one of the chairs. Julius settled sideways onto Yukie’s lap and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek. “ You make me happy too, love,” he murmured. “I love everything about you, especially how openly you love me. It makes my head feel fuzzy, my heart race… and everything inside feel warm and light. You might not realize it, but I’m completely head over heels for you.” He paused, lips curving into a teasing smile. “So please stop making those noises at your food… or I might forget how to restrain myself long enough to let you eat.” Julius picked up another piece of chicken and gently fed it to Yukie, just as he had promised. ----------------------- "I understand its driffrent and hard to move past what everything was like before. But you have always been loved Haruhi. Even as a kid I know my mom and Yukie loved you like their own. Yukie still does. Why the hell else do you think he has put up with so much? Haru loves you, you can't change the fact no matter what memories you both have. Shan loves you too and he hasn't been around long either. You are a very loveable person Haruhi. Even if you try to say otherwise, everyone feels it." Yumro nuzzled the side of Haruhi face with his palm. "And honestly, I doubted you could forget about me. You didn’t forget about be before and you will not ever. Even if you did get dementia I would just haft to make you fall all over for me again. And with my impeccable charm how could you ever resist?"" He wiggled his eyebrows trying to make Haruhi crack smile just to lighten his mood. “But really,” he continued, voice softening, “you don’t have to carry everything alone. Some things can’t be changed, and some wounds take time—or never fully heal. But I’m here. I’ll help you stand up every morning if I have to. Supporting each other matters… and I’ll always respect your feelings. You’re allowed to tell me when I’m too much.” He tilted his head and kissed Haruhi’s cheek. “I don’t want you to feel guilty about anything.” Another kiss followed, lingering just a second longer. “I’d love to keep kissing you until your head’s full of nothing but sweetness,” Yumro added with a grin, “but I’m pretty sure the kids are coming down for breakfast.” He brushed Haruhi’s cheek once more. “Go eat before Haru steals yours. That kid is a bottomless pit when it comes to sweets.”

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