27. Head-on

The chains rattled as I locked Castor into his bay, the weight of the metal clinking against the cold concrete floor. Linc stood on the opposite side of the room, already securing his own cuffs. He didn't look at me, and I didn't say anything to him. This wasn't a moment for words. The full moon was high, and we had no time to waste.

I stepped back, checking the locks once more. Both bays were old, built for emergencies, for wolves with nowhere else to go when the moon took hold. The building had been werewolf-owned for generations, and these cages were for situations just like this. I was relieved because I didn't have any other options tonight.

Cast watched me as I moved between the cages. His eyes followed every step I took, the tension in his body growing with each passing second. Linc, on the other hand, had already closed his eyes. He was breathing slowly, preparing for the shift.

They were both alphas, and I knew once they shifted, there wouldn't be anything calm about this.