Her Human His Lycan

Lycan

Emma POV

Bryn moved swiftly, preparing for Clay's transformation. As I looked out of the window, my nerves tingled, a mix of excitement and worry swirling within me. I longed for Clay to be like me. Yet, a nagging thought persisted - was he doing this for himself or for me?

Outside, I could see Clay interacting effortlessly with my brother. Their laughter echoed through the air, a symphony of camaraderie. Noah, thoroughly amused by Clay's skills, couldn't help but be entertained. Clay was a formidable fighter, moved with grace and speed, his intelligence evident despite his reluctance to acknowledge it.

Jennifer joined me at the window, her presence soothing amidst my inner turmoil. She nudged me gently, urging me to talk to Clay. "If you're worried, Emma, have a conversation with him," she advised. I peered out at Clay, recognizing the signs of his attachment issues. He had never been in a real relationship before, likely due to his past traumas. But with me, it was different. His fear of losing me permeated his every action.

"I worry that his decision to turn is driven by his desire to protect me, not by his own wishes. While it ultimately benefits me, as our lives are intertwined, I hope he truly wants this for himself."

Jennifer nodded, understanding the depth of my apprehension. "I believe Clay's motives extend beyond just you, Emma. He wants this for himself too. His attachment to you is undeniable. The mere thought of harm befalling you sends him into a frenzy. He wants to protect you as an equal, to stand by your side. You have no reason to doubt him."

As we conversed, Clay and my brother engaged in playful antics, their laughter reverberating through the cracked window. Jennifer chuckled, observing them. "They're like little kids right now," she remarked, a touch of amusement coloring her voice.

"Will you return to the Kingdom once the hunters are dealt with?" I inquired. Jennifer's loyalty to me had become apparent, and I wondered if she would continue to stand by my side.

"I will go wherever you go, Emma. It is my duty now that you're embracing your full powers. If you wish to reside in the Kingdom, that is where we shall be. However, I sense a deep connection you've formed with Ryan's pack and the glimpses of happiness you've found here. It wouldn't be wrong to forge your own path away from the Kingdom," she reassured me, her words carrying a sense of understanding.

Uncertainty gnawed at me, torn between my family's needs and my own desires. "But my family needs me," I protested, my voice wavering.

"Living far away doesn't diminish one's support for the Kingdom. Your parents, knowing them, care deeply about your happiness. They would support your decision, wherever it may lead you." Jennifer said to me.

With Bryn almost ready, Jennifer urged me to seize the moment and speak with Clay. It was time to address my concerns directly, to unravel the intricacies of his intentions.

I nodded and made my way outside, stepping into the warm sunlight that painted the surroundings with a golden hue. Noah immediately noticed me and ran over, his footsteps crunching against the gravel path. "I'll give you two a moment," he said, his voice carrying a hint of excitement. Noah then went inside, the sound of the door closing behind him echoing softly.

As I stood there, Clay approached me. "Something bugging you?" Clay asked, his voice filled with concern.

"I really am easy for you to read," I admitted, my voice tinged with a mixture of nervousness and vulnerability.

"Sometimes," he confessed.

"I'm nervous," I confessed, my heart pounding in my chest. The anticipation of what was to come filled the air with an electric energy.

"About Bryn turning me?" he asked.

"Yes, it's just Clay. I'm going to ask one more time," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "Transforming into a lycan is, well, something big. And I need to know you're not just doing this for me."

Clay's warm gaze met mine, his eyes filled with determination and sincerity. "I want to, not just for you, Emma," he said, his voice resonating with conviction. "Yes, you're a huge reason why. But it's also because I know deep down that this was somehow meant to be. In the short time I've known you and your family, I've felt more accepted and at home than I really ever have. I also know doing this will help me get the justice that I need for my family."

I nodded, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. "I just don't want you to ever feel like love or choices like this are forced," I said, my voice filled with a touch of vulnerability. "Since you have the slave mark and even when you turn, the mark will remain. I'm afraid."

"It's okay," Clay reassured me, his voice filled with tenderness. "As I've said, I have no issue being controlled by you, Emma. If anything, it keeps me closer to you."

"You're such a teddy bear," I said, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips.

Clay chuckled, the sound of his laughter like a gentle melody that danced in the air. "Teddy bear?" he repeated playfully.

"It's just you had this like bad boy, I don't give a s**t vibe about you when I first met you. But that's not really you," I explained. "You're just, well, I guess sweet. You're a lot more caring than you come off as." My words seemed to lighten the mood, causing Clay to laugh.

"I'm only a teddy bear for you," he said, his voice filled with warmth and adoration. Just then, Bryn's voice broke through our conversation, drawing our attention back to the house.

"Well, it looks like it is time," I said to him.

"I'll be by your side the entire time," I reassured him, my voice carrying a hint of confidence mixed with concern.

"I know you will," he replied, his words echoing in my ears as we entered the house. The scent of fresh linens and the faint aroma of incense wafted through the hallway, creating a calming ambiance. Noah's voice boomed through the house, announcing that the bedroom was ready.

I smiled and shook my head, amused by Noah's playful nature. Deep down, I felt a twinge of sympathy for Noah, knowing how difficult it must be for him to wait for his mate. But soon, she would realize the immense love and devotion he held for her.

I guided Clay into bedroom."Make yourself comfortable, Clay," Bryn said, her voice laced with reassurance. "This first part won't hurt much, but it might overwhelm your senses and induce a deep slumber."

"Emma, this will only work because he has wolf in his bloodline, and you are his mate," Bryn explained. "I need your blood to complete the potion for him."

I held out my hand, and she made a small cut on it, allowing the blood to drip into a bowl. She then mixed everything together. As I glanced at Clay, who was now sitting on the bed, I could tell he was nervous, even though he wouldn't admit it. I sat down beside him and took his hand in mine.

"Okay, Clay, I'm going to have you drink this potion, and then I'll begin," Bryn said to him.

Bryn's voice echoed through the room as he started to chant the spell, the words swirling in the air. Clay tightened his grip on his chast, his knuckles turning white, as he remained silent. I could feel the energy pulsating in the room.

Inara's voice whispered in my mind, her words tinged with excitement, "I can feel it, Emma. It is working."

Bryn's voice grew louder as she spoke directly to the moon goddess, her words filled with reverence and hope. Clay gasped, his breath hitching, as if struggling to catch air.

"You can't fight it, Clay," Bryn said firmly. I ran my fingers soothingly over Clay's hand, feeling the roughness of his skin against mine. As I did, a sense of calmness washed over him, his body relaxing. His eyelids started to flutter closed as the spell took hold, plunging him into a deep sleep.

"It's done," Bryn declared, breaking the silence. "Now, we must let time and the moon goddess work their magic." I brushed my hand gently against Clay's head, feeling the softness of his hair beneath my fingertips.

"He has a fever. Is that normal?" I asked Bryn, concern lacing my words.

"I'm afraid I am unsure, Emma," Bryn replied. "This will be more challenging for Clay, being mostly human despite the wolf blood in him. But I wouldn't have agreed to this if I didn't believe he could handle it."

Nodding, I made a silent promise to stay by Clay's side. "Please, let everyone know to come to this room if they need me. Clay needs me here," I requested. Bryn nodded in understanding.

"Inara, please inform me of any changes you sense in our mate," I instructed, my voice filled with urgency.

"Of course, I will. For now, all I sense is his weakened state and the success of the spell. Our mate is strong, Emma. But now, in his sleep, he must prove himself worthy to the goddess," Inara replied.

"He will meet the moon goddess?" I questioned, seeking confirmation. "Yes, that I can sense," Inara assured me.

"Flint went through a similar transformation, but he never mentioned meeting the goddess," I mused aloud.

"His wolf simply changed. Unlike Clay, who must meet the goddess to be paired," Inara explained. I squeezed Clay's hand tightly, an unspoken promise passing between us.

"Stay strong, Clay. You are my destined mate, and I know you can handle this. Even in your slumber, know that my hand touches yours, and you can draw from my strength," I whispered, my voice filled with determination and love. I settled down beside him, vowing to protect him and guide him through this journey.

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*Three days later*

“Emma, Ryan’s here; I can sit with Clay for a moment to give you some space,” my brother offered.

I hesitated for a moment, torn between the constant sights and sounds of Clay's struggle. Clay's labored breathing filled the space, a constant reminder of his pain. I knew Clay might sleep for a few days, but his persistent, burning fever was worrying.

"Thanks, Noah," I managed to say, my voice filled with exhaustion. Slowly, I rose from a chair in the room. As I left the room, I could hear the distant hum of voices downstairs.

Ryan sat in the living room. "How's Clay doing?" he asked, his voice a mix of worry and hope. I let out a weary sigh, the weight of the situation hanging in the air.

"Same," I replied, my voice tinged with sadness. "Please tell me you have some good news," I pleaded, my eyes searching his face for a glimmer of hope.

"Kris is doing a lot better," Ryan said, a faint trace of relief in his voice. "He's starting to regain some of his old self and has been asking about Melody. We were able to explain what has happened to him, and he's slowly coming to terms with his new reality. Once his hunger is under control, it may be safe to bring him here to speak with you."

"Thank you for caring for him, especially knowing that it's not typical for a pack to aid a vampire," I said, my voice filled with gratitude. "Now, let's address the reason you're here," I continued, my tone growing serious. Ryan sighed, the sound heavy with the weight of our predicament.

"I hate that our meetings have come to this," he confessed, his voice tinged with regret. "But you're right, I do have some bad news. Alpha Leon's pack has been gathering support from other packs in human territory. They're planning to go against my pack and the kingdom. We're keeping a close watch on them, preparing for any attacks. Several wolves from my pack have gone missing. We've issued a curfew and asked no one to leave pack lands. We believe it's the hunters responsible. We found one of their victims, but it was too late to save her. It was as if they drained the life out of her, Emma. I've never seen anything like it. Whatever they're working on, it's bad. We've confirmed Clay's information about their headquarters, but they're heavily guarded, and they've set up strange weapons at all known entries into the werewolf realm. No one can pass without them knowing."

As Ryan spoke, the weight of his words settled on my shoulders, the gravity of the situation sinking in.

"I'll alert my parents. A warning should be issued to block all travel between realms for now," I declared. "As much as we could use assistance from the packs that stand by the Kingdom, I fear this may be a battle we must fight alone."

Ryan's gaze met mine, his eyes filled with determination and trust. "Well, we have two of their strongest warriors right here," he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

"Noah and I will do everything we can to put an end to this. You have my word." I said.

"EMMA, BRYN, something is wrong with Clay!" Noah's panicked voice echoed through the house, jolting me into action. I sprinted to the room, the sound of my hurried footsteps filling the air. Ryan followed closely behind. As I entered, I was met with the sight of Noah struggling to hold Clay still, his body thrashing uncontrollably.

"He's too strong," Noah gasped, his voice strained. Ryan and I rushed to help, our hands grasping Clay's trembling limbs. I focused on my mate bond, the electric connection between us buzzing with worry and fear.

"He has a Lycan, but it hasn't fully awakened yet. Clay is trapped in his sleep," Inara explained urgently in my mind.

"Try to communicate with his Lycan," I instructed Inara, my voice tinged with desperation.

Just then, Bryn burst into the room, her eyes wide with concern. "He's fighting it," she exclaimed, her voice filled with urgency. "The transformation is overwhelming him. Keep a tight hold on him, Emma. I have to go get restraints. It's for his own good, to prevent him from harming himself once he wakes." I reluctantly accepted her reasoning, though my heart ached at the thought of restraining Clay.

"Clay, I order you to stay still," I choked out the words, my voice strained with emotion. But my command was feeble against the powerful state he was in. Bryn returned, armed with a spell that effectively secured Clay to the bed, rendering him unable to break free. A calming injection was administered to help soothe his frenzied state. Tears welled in my eyes, anxiety threatening to consume me.

"Was this a mistake? Will he really wake up okay?" I asked Bryn, my voice trembling. She met my gaze, her expression filled with empathy.

"This is difficult, Emma, but you must keep faith in him," she reassured me. I took a seat in a nearby chair, its cushion providing a small comfort as I observed Clay's still form.

"I'll speak with your brother," Ryan offered, breaking the heavy silence. I nodded gratefully, the weight of worry pressing down on me.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry," I whispered, my voice barely audible. Ryan shook his head, his eyes filled with understanding.

"No need for apologies. Even I want Clay to be okay. Watch over your mate, Emma," he said gently before leaving the room.

Alone with Clay, I clasped his hand tightly, my fingers intertwining with his. "I need you to wake up soon, Clay," I murmured, my voice filled with longing. "Even if it sounds selfish, I just need to see your eyes and know that you're okay. No matter what anyone says, I need to see and feel that you really are okay." I closed my eyes, offering up fervent prayers to the goddess, hoping she would guide Clay through this tumultuous transition.