It was always the first one that was the worst....the sound of it, the particular crack that was not like any other sound.
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 could not 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.
