Lucian is secured more thoroughly this time, because we are not naïve enough to assume chains alone will keep him manageable, and thick ropes soaked in vampire specific poison are wrapped tight around his wrists and across his chest, the fibers pressed directly against his skin so the toxin seeps in slowly and keeps him weakened without killing him outright.
The poison does not touch wolves.
It does not burn human skin.
It exists for one purpose only.
To remind him that he is not untouchable here.
Even restrained and bound to the reinforced wall of his cell, he stands like he still owns the space, shoulders relaxed, chin slightly lifted, dark eyes sharp and alert as if he is cataloguing every breath we take.
He still thinks he has the upper hand.
In some ways, he does.
He has infor
