Lucian was glad to be back home. It had been torture to be away from his people, from his bondmate, but he'd done it. It was honestly the first time that he'd ever felt like going back to his true den had felt like torture.
He never wanted to experience that again.
But still, coming back home had come with a different kind of torture. His lovely, sweet, adorable little soon-to-be bondmate was trying to work themselves into a grave while still managing a shifting body. Lucian was going to lose his damn mind.
He knew that he didn't know Cass as well as he wanted. He knew that some things just took time. He didn't have to like it though. Lucian adored that the man had such a big heart. He appreciated that he came off rough and like he didn't care but that at his core, Cass was a better person then all of them combined. His hardships had made it so that he was a good person.
Lucian's hardships meant that he often ate first, then asked questions of those who remained after.
