Not What He Wants

Lucian walked down the hall and into the secure area and was looking at his arms. He had healing wounds from the fight that he'd just been in. Won a nice chunk of money for Debutaunt but had a number of broken bones shortly after the fight. The man they pitted him against wasn't completely normal, he'd been genetically altered. It had been a fight between him and this other man only. It had been a hard fight but he'd won in the end. He'd been allowed to shift to fight.

However he was still sore, and several times he'd been unsure of how to fight the man. Another thing that ate at him was the fact he thought about Dawn. This was a first too, because when he'd been out before he'd thought of her because he wanted her. To be able to touch her and have her. This was different this time he felt like he had to come back to her. The animal part felt it imperative and if he lost he'd be a failure in some unforgivable way.