🌖~ 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."

[mik3la]

Kaito stood in the doorway for a moment, watching Asher under the faint glow of the kitchen light. The wolf looked worn, shadows under his eyes, one hand curled around his phone, the other braced against the table where the old book lay open like a wound.

He’d clearly been at it for hours. The edges of the parchment were darkened where Asher’s fingers had traced the same lines again and again, as if sheer focus could force the secrets to reveal themselves.

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 "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."

Kaito stepped closer, the floor creaking softly under his bare feet. He glanced at the page, the curling symbols so familiar and so dangerous that his pulse gave a faint kick.

“I’ve managed to translate a bit more than you’ve seen,” he said, his voice quieter now. “The book doesn’t talk about creation so much as… separation. It says that once, the Moon’s light was shared between two vessels, one that held its power in spirit, the other in blood. The mages became the Moonlits, the spirit keepers. The wolves, the blood-bearers.”

A moment of silence fell between them before Kaito continued. 

“Back then, there wasn’t a divide. The goddess, Lunara, before she became myth, made them as halves of one order. Magic and instinct working together. But somewhere along the way, both sides forgot that. The Moonlits thought the wolves were beasts who’d lost her grace. The wolves believed the Moonlits had stolen it. And so they turned on each other.”

Kaito reached out, brushing his fingers along the faded script. The runes pulsed faintly under his touch, responding not with magic, there could be none here, but with memory, as if the parchment itself remembered what he was saying.

“It says the balance broke when pride took root,” Kaito continued softly. “Neither side believed the other strong enough to guard the goddess’s legacy. And that’s when a prophecy appeared. A single line, written in the oldest tongue.” 

Kaito looked at Asher before he spoke again. "I havent translate it to you before because I wasn’t sure what it meant until now. And because I knew you wouldn’t like it". He took a breath, meeting Asher’s eyes. “It says: ‘When moonlight walks in flesh and blood, the divide will close, and the world will tremble anew.’”

“A hybrid. Someone born of both lineages—part wolf, part magus. A living balance between instinct and magic.” He paused. “Someone like that could end the feud. Or destroy everything holding it together”, Kaito said, his voice quiet but firm. “The Moonlits would never accept that a wolf could carry the goddess’s light in their blood. And the packs… well, you’ve seen how they react to anything even close to magic. Even you...” his voice was a mere whisper at the end.

He glanced at the book again. The runes almost seemed to shimmer under the lamplight, as if the truth had been waiting for someone willing to see it.

“It’s not about power,” he murmured. “It’s about fear. Wolves fear what they don’t understand. Mages fear what they can’t control. A hybrid would make both irrelevant. That’s what they’re afraid of,” his gaze drifting to the window. The city outside was still, but his mind wasn’t. The words he’d translated wouldn’t leave him.

And the way Asher’s eyes caught the moonlight—how the runes always reacted when he was near—made Kaito wonder if maybe the reason wasn’t just written in the book.

Maybe it was sitting right across from him.

[M-jow]

Asher’s jaw tightened as the last words lingered in the air. When moonlight walks in flesh and blood… He stared at the book for a long moment. It was a beautiful story, in its way—a prophecy woven from old myths.

He exhaled through his nose, steady, controlled. “A hybrid,” he muttered, almost to himself. 

He’d heard stories of hybrids before, some between other supernatural creatures but they were so rare and he had never meet one before.

With werewolf their gens play a driffrent role. Either the offspring had a wolf or not. And the one that didn’t could never sire a werewolf unless their partner was one. However was it really impossible?

It was a teroi no one had ever proven to be real. Asher wasn’t sure he should start believing just because someone had written it down in a old book ages ago. But he also couldn’t push it aside.

Asher pushed the book slightly away. He look up at Kaito, noticing how he look at him. He caught his own reflection in those sharpened eyes under the soft light.

Normal enough, he thought. Or as normal as a wolf with too much responsibility and too little sleep could be.

Whatever reaction the runes had, it wasn’t proof of anything. He’d been around strange magic before; it wasn’t unusual for old texts to react to energy, to presence. Kaito’s translations. Though those words were still bothering him. They pointed to something that could change everything.

If the prophecy was true, it meant big changes were coming.

He leaned back in his chair, running a hand through his hair. “A hybrid,” he said again, quieter now, more certain. “If such a thing ever existed, it’s not me.”

He knew he wasn’t a hybrid. Both his parents were pure alpha wolves. He knew his parents families all the way back to 6th generations on either side. And there were no mages among them not even a single human.

 

Asher straightened, the exhaustion in his bones tempered by a quiet resolve. Whatever the truth was, it wouldn’t really change anything—or so he told himself.

He shook his head, exhaling. “It’s not uncommon to hear stories about hybrids,” he said quietly. “But they’re rare—so rare most don’t survive past birth. In werewolves, we have dominant genes. Even in mixed pairings, the pup is either wolf or not. Never both.” He paused, frowning. “I just don’t know if I can believe it. Still… if there was a hybrid out there, and people knew, it wouldn’t be safe for them. Maybe they’d have no choice but to hide.” His voice dropped to a murmur. “I can try digging into it—see if there’s anything to the old stories.”

He stretched, rolling his shoulders to shake off the stiffness—then froze as a sharp sting tore up his right side. The pain came fast and deep, catching him off guard.

“What the—?” He sucked in a breath, his body tensing as the ache spread. He hadn’t felt anything before, not a hint that something was wrong. But now the copper tang of blood hit his senses, faint but unmistakable.

His hand flew to his side, pressing against the source of the pain. The fabric of his black shirt was damp—sticky. When his fingers came away, they were dark red with half-dried blood.

He stared down, disbelief cutting through the haze of pain. How hadn’t he noticed? And worse—why wasn’t it healing?

[mik3la]

At first, Kaito thought he'd imagined it—the way Asher's expression shifted mid-sentence, that sharp flicker of pain cutting through his composure. Then he saw the blood.

“Asher—”

He was already moving before he finished saying his name, the chair scraping against the floor as he crossed the room. The scent hit him then—iron and earth, sharp and raw beneath the faint musk of wolf. It made his heart lurch.

Asher's hand pressed hard against his side, jaw tight, shoulders squared in the way of someone determined not to show weakness. But the color had already drained from his face.

Kaito was already pulling supplies from the small cabinet near the sink, a rag, alcohol wipes, a roll of bandages he knew was kept like in every household. His pulse was hammering in his ears. 

He dropped to one knee beside Asher, the edge of the table light casting faint gold over them both. The dark patch on Asher's shirt had spread.

“Let me see,” Kaito said quietly. 

Asher hesitated for a second, then shifted his hand. The fabric peeled away slowly, sticking to his skin. Kaito caught his breath.

The wound was deep, like something had clawed him. The edges were scorched, faintly blackened. Not a normal injury. Magic. 

“What happened?” Kaito asked, his voice low, focused. “You didn't get hit earlier. I checked.”

 

The moment his fingers brushed the skin around the wound, Asher stiffened,but didn't pull away. But how is it still active? shouldn't the protection stop it or something?, he thought taking a deep breath seeing how bad it was. 

Kaito's voice softened. "It's not deep enough to kill you, but whatever hits you… it's trying to slow your regeneration" he said softly looking up at asher, their faces inches away. "I can burn the curse out, but it'll hurt", he said biting his lip hopping he could do that given the non-magic area that Asher had around his house. But then again, the runes on the book had glowed with magic, so he should be able to reach some of his own. 

"I know you can handle pain but ... this will be a little different" Kaito murmured, already channeling what little magic he could summon here. The wards dampened most of his power, but the protective circle Asher had built into his home recognized him now somehow, it bent to his touch like it had earlier, whispering of permission.

His palm hovered just above the wound, a soft glow building under his skin, silver at first, then tinged faintly with gold. The same colors that had appeared in the books. 

Kaito groaned like he was in pain, his own pulse stuttering as the magic pushed deeper, drops of sweat forming on his forehead as he was trying to force magic to surface. 

“Almost there,” he whispered. “Just hold on", he closed his eyes focusing more, feeling his body taking some of the pain itself. Come one ... please work ... some little magic ... i just need little magic

The magic surged once, bright and wild and then the blackened edges of the wound faded, the angry red turning clean. The bleeding stopped.

Kaito exhaled slowly, the energy flickering out of his hands. “There,” he said softly. “It's healing now.”

Kaito realized he was still close, kneeling between Asher's knees, their faces inches apart, his hands braced lightly against Asher's bare skin where his shirt had ridden up. The wolf's warmth radiated against his palms, steady, alive.

Silence stretched between them then, softer now. The kind that wasn't uncomfortable. 

Kaito's gaze drifted up, catching the line of Asher's throat, the way his pulse beat steady again. His own magic still hummed faintly in the air, twinned with Asher's scent. It felt…connected. Like something had linked them in those brief moments.

For a heartbeat, it felt like the world had narrowed to this small space, the sound of rain, the lingering scent of blood and smoke, and the quiet gravity of Asher's eyes on him.

He swallowed. "You really should rest", it came out more like a whisper, weakly.