It was always the first one that was the worst.
Lucian felt his bones restructuring, his jaw locked against the sound that tried to come out of him.
"Lucian." Finn called his name but Lucian couldn’t answer.
The warmth was in his shoulders now. His spine. The restructuring coming fast and not gently the way a controlled shift came, this was Zev taking what he wanted regardless of what Lucian could manage, the wolf’s body making the decision the man was trying to refuse.
His back arched away from the wall.
The wrist chains pulled taut.
"Hold him," Nicholas said. Somewhere to Lucian’s right.
Finn’s hands came down on Lucian’s shoulders.
Not to hurt. To anchor. To give Lucian’s body something to press against that was not the wall, not the chains and definitely not the direction Zev was trying to take him.
Lucian pressed back.
The warmth reached his legs. His jaw. The bones of his face beginning to shift, his vision started changing....the room going sharper, the shadows resolving into detail, the smells in the room becoming something vast and specific and overwhelming.
He could smell her.
Even here. Even this far away. He could smell her through the stone and the distance and the two floors between them.
Lilith.
Asleep. Warm. His.
Zev lunged.
The chain on his left wrist snapped taut and held.
The chain on his right wrist snapped taut and....cracked.
Not broke. Cracked. A sound like a gunshot in the stone room.
"The right chain is compromised!" Callum said immediately. He was already moving toward Lucian.
Finn threw his full weight against Lucian’s right side.
"Lucian." Nicholas’s voice. Right in his ear now. "Listen to me. She is safe. Callum’s man is at her door. She is safe and she is asleep and she does not know any of this is happening." A pause. "You do not want to frighten her. You know that. You know Zev does not want to frighten her."
Lucian heard it.
Some part of him heard it.
The part that was still Lucian and not Zev, that small cold clear part that had been shrinking for the last twenty minutes heard it and held onto it with every strong will he could hold on to at that moment.
Zev heard it too.
The lunging slowed, It did not stop. But it slowed down
"She is safe," Nicholas said again this time he said it calmly "She is safe and she is ours and she will still be there in the morning. She is not going anywhere."
The warmth in Lucian’s bones began.....very slowly, very grudgingly.....to recede.
Not a retreat, but more like a pause.
Zev pausing at the edge of what Lucian was showing him.
"She will still be there in the morning," Lucian said to him. Repeating his brother’s words. "She is not going anywhere. She is ours and we are keeping her and she will still be there."
Zev went silent.
The chain on the right wrist held.
Finn didn’t move his weight from Lucian’s side.
Lucian’s back came back to the wall slowly.
The warmth in his bones pulled back to his hands. His wrists. His fingertips.
He was still midshift, something that had never happened to Lucian before.
Outside the pack ran and the sound of wolfs could be heard.
The howls came in waves....close and then receding and then close again.
The fire threw orange light against the sky that was visible even through the small high window of the lower room.
Nicholas sat against his wall and kept his eyes open and counted.
Kael pressed against the anchor of the bond. Not trying to break it. Just trying to make it known that he was still present.
Sebastian had not moved.


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