🌖~ Moonlit Obsidian ~ 🌔 [with M-jow]

[M-jow]

Asher found himself getting caught staring back into Kaito’s faintly glowing eyes. Like fainting amber or liquid fire danci dancing around his irises, an otherworldly shimmer that tugged at Asher’s attention longer than he meant it to. He didn’t comment.

He didn’t know mages eyes did that.. not in that color. He’d seen red, purple or green. Never gold. And it wasn’t like how his own eyes would glow either.

 

They moved up to the apartment and it was very clear Kaito’s was exausted. Asher carried most of the bags for him which seemed like a good call, seen as Kaito flipped over on the couch as soon as as he’d taken his shoes off.

Asher simply looked at him but decided to let him be and took the bags to Kaito’s room.

Needing something to busy himself with as his nerves calmed down, he started to unpack and placed the clothes into the guest closet neatly. His fingers twitched with rage and adrenaline as he blamed himself for letting his guards down right in that moment. He should have sensed the mages coming, but he hadn’t, and it almost gotten ugly.

When he was done organising the closet, he closed it and went back to the living-room to get a glass of water.

He spotted Kaito asleep on the couch and adjusted the lighting in the room down.

Asher went to the kitchen and pulled out a glass he filled with just water. He could have choosen something stronger like alchol. But he wasn’t gonna grow that into a habit. He placed himself by the window, watching the rain snake down the glass in uneven trails. The city lights blurred beyond it, fractured and distant, like an echo of a world outside. He exhaled slowly, the tension that had held him upright beginning to unravel now.

Kaito’s words still lingered in his mind, looping back and forth like a persistent ache. They knew your scent. Your energy signature.

That wasn’t just a slip. Someone had been close, dangerously close to know how to trace him.

His jaw tightened. He’d taken every precaution, every route. Yet still, they’d been hunted down through the city like prey.

The soft sound of leather shifting drew his gaze, unbidden, to the couch. Kaito was slumped there. The soft light caught on the man face.

Asher pulled the curtains closed with a gentle motion, he took a blanket and put over the other to keep him varm.

Then ran a hand through his hair, and tried to focus. He needed a next step—a contact, a trail, a reason why those people would go so far for a book. The threads didn’t fit yet, anything logical. The book told him nothing because he didn’t even know what to look for. No hidden message or cods as far as he could decipher. It was beyond frustrating.

From the corner of his eye, the flicker of the fire place automatically started. Settling the room into its usual warm glow - the steady rhythm of rain softly hitting the skylight windows above. The sound was calming and quiet. It broke some of the uneasiness within him. That and Kaito’s soft breathing from the couch.

He walked over to where the book still was and leaned against the table, arms crossed, gaze distant. “If they’ve got both of us marked,” he murmured to himself, “then someone’s rewriting the rules. Without us even known the first one."

And that, more than anything, meant this wasn’t just a temporary solution. It wouldn’t be safe for him to return to the pack now. Not because they couldn’t handle a few dark sorcerers—he knew they could—but Asher refused to bring that kind of heat down on them.

He’d have to call his brother too, let him know what had happened, make sure the others were aware of the threat. So no one should risk going into the city alone until they understood who they were dealing with. Whoever these people were, they would know his pack and his family were his weakness.

Kaito… well, as far as Asher could tell, he didn’t have anyone. He never made calls, or mentioned friends or a lover, never seemed to worry about anyone. It made Asher think the mage lived in solitude.

For a man like Asher, he couldn’t imagine that kind of life. Yeah, he liked it now and then, sure. But his family and friends were everything to him.

And that was why he was here now. To find out why Noah had to die and avenge him.

 

(Later)

Asher was still at the table in his usal spot with his phone and the book infront of him. He’d texted Logan and the beta about the situation and both had respond back. He’d just leaned his forhead on his hand and closed his eyes for a minute or so. When he suddenly heard Kaito voice close by.

["Couldn't sleep?”]

Asher looked up. He hadn’t even heard the first time when Kaito had called out to him.

He shook his head. "Couldn’t, its bothering too much that I don’t know what is going on. I tried to decipher each and every page but I don’t even know what to see. Its about wolves and mages. I know that. Everyone knows both were created under the same godess. But from driffrent aspects that fundamentally are opposites. Yet this is not about that. It just says the two are destined to make a whole... it doesn't make sense."