Lucian POV
Lucian heard the howls and felt Zev respond like a physical thing.
Not a lunge. Not yet. Just a long full-body shudder that started in Lucian's chest and moved outward to his fingertips and the backs of his knees and somewhere behind his eyes that he could not name.
Zev heard the pack call.
He wanted to answer.
But Lucian held him.
He had been holding him for three hours now. Since the office. Since Lilith had been in that room and her scent had been everywhere.
Zev had gone from pressing to something much more immediate and Lucian had spent the entire time since then using every resource he had to keep the distance between what Zev wanted and what was going to happen.
It was getting harder.
That was the honest truth of it and Lucian had stopped pretending otherwise somewhere around the time Callum put the second set of chains on his wrists.
The moon was almost fully risen.
He could feel it.
