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“What the fuck, Kagome?!?!” Kōga growled.
Never, never in their three year relationship did he suspect her of doing this. Sure, fine, she always seemed to be busy during the full moon, but, well… he was also preoccupied, okay?
But then he smelled the wafts of sage rising up, and he heard a musical murmur coming from the basement.
Then there she was, his girlfriend. The woman he was planning on asking to marry him. Standing there in the middle of a summoning circle with a fucking cauldron chanting and dancing and carrying on.
Kagome was a witch.
His sweet little Kagome, who braked for ducks crossing the road and seemed to smell all the flowers on their morning walks. Who baked and kissed him every day just to remind him that she loved him…
...Was a witch.
But then, Kagome screamed. Like, scream screamed. At him. Which made him realize something: he probably should have thought more carefully about the confrontation he’d just initiated. When a ball of fire left her nimble fingers and singed the fur on his face, he really reconsidered his course of action.
But he was taken by surprise, alright?
Seeing her. There. Lights dancing from her fingers, her eyes glowing in the firelight.
Finding out she was touched by magic: magic that cried to dance with the moon.
“Wait… wait… Kōga?!?!” Kagome shrieked, looking at the smoking fur of the wolf staring back at her. Her fear that she was about to be eaten shifted to furor. “You are Kōga! What the ever-living hell?!”
Right.
On the list of things Kōga forgot that day, his turning into a full-blown werewolf was high. Oh, shit. That was why he heard Kagome’s words in the basement. That was why he could smell the incense. Even wolf-demons had heightened senses if they went full wolfie, like he did.
So… Kagome was a witch. And he was a werewolf.
And in three years, neither had mentioned it to the other.
“Y-y-you’re a witch!” Kōga yelled, pointing his clawed paw accusingly at her. “You hid this from me? For three fucking years?”
“Oh… right. You’re one to talk… wolf,” Kagome shouted right back, pointing just as aggressively with her hand… making little sparks come out of her fingertip. “Kōga! You’re a werewolf! I am talking to a werewolf right now! Who is standing and yelling at me and can speak! Wait… how is that even possible?”
“And you’re shooting fucking sparks outta your fingers like it’s no big deal!” Kōga argued.
Usually this was when he would cross the room so they could settle down and stop yelling, but… the sparks coming out of Kagome’s hands were deep green and crackled like fire, and he had a suspicion if he got any closer, those sparks would be aimed at him.
Kagome looked down at her hands. Yup, they were shooting sparks. She… probably should have tried to look less pleased. But it usually took a hell of a lot of concentration, even on the full moon night when she scratched her itch, to make her hands do that.
Rage was a powerful elixir.
Kagome tried to think back to the first time she knew. When the call of the moon was something she could no longer ignore. She was 13. Old enough to experience it, but too young to control much of anything. And her mom told her really early on that having the power of the moon was something she needed to hide. Because people were always looking for witches, for good or for ill. And Kagome liked being an ordinary girl. She liked hanging out with her friends and bitching about homework and going to college and dancing until all hours of the night and… dating.
Witches didn’t get to date. And had to do absurd purification rituals (who the fuck wants to stand under a waterfall and meditate?) and needed to constantly be on watch for demons out to harm them. Kagome didn’t need that crap in her life.
Kōga came as a surprise. She had liked the way he looked at her, as if she were a morsel he could consume in a single bite. She liked that he was kind and caring toward her, even as their bedroom play left her begging, and often, satisfactorily exhausted. That he was a wolf demon to boot?
Welp, turned out Kagome had a thing for fangs…
She figured the whole ‘magic’ thing, the ‘I could fry you if I was annoyed enough’ could wait to… explain. Because the only time she really needed to do anything about it was when the full moon stirred her blood. And… Kōga always made himself scarce that day.
Now she knew why…
“It’s not my fucking fault that you made me ragey and now my fingers are all zappy!” Kagome huffed. But when Kōga’s eyes widened, she realized that maybe, just maybe, he was afraid. Because… even though he was a werewolf, he was still Kōga: demon who had angered a witch.
Kōga, for his part, was afraid. Witches and demons did not mix. Demons hunted witches, because witches were a threat. Demons sometimes ate witches for virility (which was stupid. Everyone knew witches often led to indigestion and no extra… boosts to stamina—not that he needed it).
This was probably the most absurd fight they’d ever had, but it was not the first. And some of the fights even got pretty heated (okay fine, at the beginning he was still playing the field a little bit, and Kagome got mad). So how the fuck had she kept this from him for so long?
Right. The same way he’d kept… things from her.
That he was a werewolf.
That he had his wolfie nights.
He got bitten when he was a child. And in his tribe, it was considered an honor to be one who transformed on the full moon. It was true that werewolves were mostly bloodthirsty, mindless beasts during their transformation. This was not the case for wolf demons, who kept all their faculties under the werewolf transformation, making it sort of like a natural high for them.
But that didn’t make wolf demon werewolves any less hunted. He knew to keep it a secret from anyone outside the wolf tribe, though that didn’t keep him from enjoying himself during the full moon. Kōga liked to sneak out of the house and go running through the woods as fast as he could. He liked to howl and yip and scratch his face with his leg. Being wolfie felt fucking good. He was uninhibited, feral, and wild in ways he was not normally, and couldn’t even emulate if he transformed into his full demon form. He fucking loved the full moon.
Then he met Kagome.
The precious little human with the fiery temper that lit him on fire.
And fuck if his little minx was not very into his fangs.
He probably should’ve given up the others sooner, but… it was hard to accept that he wanted to be with a human. Sweet and innocent on the outside with a molten fire core. And goddamn did he love digging under the surface to see what was there.
He figured at some point he’d tell her. Because being wolfie always gave him quite the appetite. He would get home from his revelries, curl up under the staircase and sleep off the last of his wolfiness, then he would wander up into the bedroom, hungrier than any other time of the month, and claim his woman.
After he proposed. That was when he planned to tell her. When he made his commitment to her clear. Because Kagome sort of needed to know about the whole werewolf thing—especially the high-as-a-kite-but-still-totally-lucid specialness of wolf demon werewolves… thing.
So maybe this was good. That now she knew. That… he turned into a werewolf. With the snout and the howl and the paws and the ears. But not the man-eating mindless animal crap.
A puff of emerald green smoke broke both Kagome and Kōga out of their stupors.
“Shit shit shit…” Kagome panicked, waving her hands over the cauldron to try to quell the overbaked spell now in front of her. Before she knew it, Kōga was to her.
“Don’t burn our fucking house down, witch!” Kōga drawled (a werewolf could drawl? Kagome had to be impressed). “What can I do to help?”
Kagome looked up at Kōga, and realized that even as a wolf he still had his lustrous black hair (she wondered if he would be soft or wirey to pet) and his piercing sapphire eyes.
“Uh… put out the fire… slowly,” Kagome commanded, then scampered over to an open floorboard, sorting through what had to be ingredients.
“A trick floorboard—nice,” Kōga chuckled, trickling the bucket of water Kagome always kept near her ‘experiments’ over the flames. “Remind me to talk to you if I ever need to hide contraband.”
“Ha ha ha,” Kagome grumbled, pleased to have found the small sprig of holly berries she was looking for. “Yuck it up werewolf; there are so many things you will be explaining to me.” As she returned to the cauldron and dropped one of the spherical red berries in, she continued. “I always wondered why you were—ahemm—extra affectionate after a full moon.” Kagome’s eyes narrowed as Kōga’s eyes widened. “What do you get up to that makes you so… hungry?”
“Oh. You’re telling me that I was the only one who seemed extra… frisky after full moons?” Kōga sneered. Oh, he remembered now. He hadn’t really thought about it before: that moment when he walked into the bedroom after his wolfie night. Kagome leaning back in the bed, arching her back so her breasts stuck out, her eyebrow raised and a knowing grin on her face.
“You… I… you’re a wolf right now!” Kagome stuttered. Damn, Kōga wasn’t wrong. After her night of spells and magic, she was always... extra energized. She always just assumed that Kōga picked up on that energy too.
“Well well well…” Kōga’s snout opened in a cheshire grin, showing off his gleaming white fangs. “Looks like we both get a little hungry after the full moon.” Then… there was a spark. An idea. A suggestion that came into Kōga’s head. “Hey, Kagome… if you could do anything on the full moon night, what would you do?”
Kagome narrowed her eyes at Kōga. She didn’t like the mischief dancing in his eyes… or did she? Why was her blood singing? She knew what the answer was. It was an answer that perhaps, she and Kōga shared.
“I like to dance,” Kagome answered. “Under the moon. I want to dance and I want to feel my power swirl through my blood. I want to feel the moonlight on my skin, making it tingle, and I want to sing in my loudest voice.”
“Do you want… company?” Kōga asked.
Kōga’s tail was wagging. Kagome tried not to laugh, but she couldn’t help it.
“What are you suggesting, werewolf?” Kagome wiped the laughter’s tears from her eyes, plopping the rest of the holly berries into the cauldron, bringing the spell to an immediate halt.
“You and me, baby. Out under the moon,” Kōga said. “Wanna join me?”
“Promise not to bite me?” Kagome smirked.
“Promise not to bite you… tonight…” Kōga corrected, but then his ears pinned back and his eyes grew soft. “I would never put you in danger like that baby.” But the grin came back. “So… wanna dance under the moon with me?”
“Hell yes!” Kagome squealed, as they doused the fire and bounded up the stairs.
A dusting of snow from an earlier fall blanketed the quiet night, reflecting the cool serene moonbeams and giving everything an unnatural glow. It was a night for witches and demons, a night when the good little girls and boys closed their doors and checked their deadbolts twice.
For Kagome and Kōga, the moonlight kissed their blood and serenaded their souls, calling them deeper and deeper into the woods, away from civilization and closer to their Mistress. Kagome climbed onto Kōga’s back and rode him as he galloped through the underbrush, howling in harmony with him. At the answering sounds of other wolves, Kagome shuddered.
“Don’t worry baby; those are real wolves,” Kōga declared between bounds. “Plus, I won’t let anything happen to you tonight.”
Kōga knew these woods, and on these nights, he was the king of these woods. No harm would come to Kagome in here, not when she was in his care. Not when… he was so excited to take her to his favorite place.
“And what about all the witches and hags that roam the land on the night of the full moon,” Kagome teased back. “It’s not called the witching hour for nothing!”
“I’m a lot more afraid of you than other witches, witch,” Kōga rumbled, “I’ve seen that temper you’ve got!”
“I’ve never zapped you, not once!” Kagome huffed, but her joy was apparent in every syllable. Her blood buzzed and she felt the power of the moon swirl around her. A power that Kōga felt, and Kōga understood.
Finally, there was a break in the trees, opening up to the most perfect clearing that Kagome had ever seen: as if it were designed specifically for them.
“My favorite place.” Kōga said as he halted his gait “It’s mine but… now I want to share it with you.”
Kagome dismounted her werewolf boyfriend and gave him an enormous hug. His fur was as soft as his lush wolf-demon hair, and she could spend hours running her fingers through it.
But not at that moment. At that moment, Kagome wanted to sing and dance and howl into the night. She wanted to connect with her spirited sisters and channel all the power that the moon had given her. So she stepped into the middle of the clearing, and she closed her eyes, readying herself to allow the spirits to guide her dance.
“You know... “ Kōga interrupted Kagome’s trance, his predatory teeth gleaming playfully in the moonlight. “Witches usually dance naked in the moonlight…”
Kagome’s eyes shot open, but Kōga did not break his grin. It was his favorite night, and now he got to share it with the woman he loved. And he’d be goddamned if he didn’t tell her exactly what he wanted.
“Witches also usually zap cheeky werewolves,” Kagome shot back, but her grin gave her away. “So… looks like I am not going to do two things witches typically do tonight.”
“If you think this is cheeky baby,” Kōga winked, bringing attention to how the moon reflected in his sapphire eyes, “you’re gonna learn a lot about werewolves!”
“Bring it on!” Kagome yelled, and then she threw her head back and she howled, joined immediately by Kōga.
They danced to the moon as it traveled through the starry sky. They howled when compelled, and they chanted and sang when compelled. As Kagome spun, she let loose the little sparks of energy that had pooled in her fingers, surrounding herself in a multicolor streamer in honor of the moon. When the magic touched Kōga, it splashed against him, leaving not a single mark. Because it was the magic infused with their love, rather than magic meant to destroy.
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And Kōga galloped and jumped and howled his hellos to his brethren. He watched Kagome dance, his love for her overpowering the hunger of his wolfie night. He could not wait for them to go home, because for the first time, he would not be sleeping under the stairs. He would curl up in bed with his witch, his Kagome.
“Hey Kōga,” Kagome shook something in her hand, and her eyes were wide with jubilation,.“Fetch!”
Kagome launched something far off into the distance and Kōga had to follow it, to chase it. He lunged after it and grabbed it in his mouth before it dawned on him.
Kagome had just successfully made him fetch a stick.
Hot damn was she gonna get it later!
Kōga stalked back into the clearing, making eye contact with his little witch. Letting her know that she was a morsel he was set to consume as soon as the moonset reverted him to his human form.
“You’re lucky I love you baby,” Kōga sighed. “Because if anyone ever found out about that, I would have to eat you.” Then with a wicked grin, he continued. “In a different way than the way I love.”
Kagome giggled and twirled one last time.
It had been the most fun she had ever had on the full moon.
Never had she felt so satisfied, so free, and so blessed.
But it was time to go home.
She could feel her power waning and thought Kōga’s snout was shortening before her eyes.
“Kōga?” Kagome asked.
“Ready to go home, baby?” Kōga grinned, reading Kagome’s mind.
“Yeah,” Kagome sighed.
“Me too,” Kōga growled, and he sat on his haunches and waited for Kagome to climb on.
They bounded back through the forest, back to the town and back to their street, and finally back into the little house they shared. Then they walked up to their bedroom, paw-in-hand. As they both collapsed into their bed, Kagome snuggled into Kōga’s lush fur and fell into a serene sleep, sated and jubilant at the shared magic of their full moon night.