Lucas could feel his control slipping as snarls and growls escaped his lips, but he made it to his cabin. Anyone with a day of tracking experience could track him, he didn't have time to hide. He barreled through the front door, his spine popping and fur growing on his body. Doing his best to crawl to the basement and to his cage, he felt his wound open up and a gush of blood burst from his chest. The pain had started and he knew it was know or never, he had to make it to the cage or risk Rathus getting out. Desperate, he lurched into the cage and slammed it shut behind him and the searing pain started in his chest.<br/><br/>Rathus was not only awake, he was furious. Slamming his body against the wrought iron bars to try and free himself, it accomplished nothing. Snarling and snapping his jaws, Rathus looked dead ahead at the open door to the upper floor, and the light peering in from the broken door. Seething fury bloomed in him as he tried to rent the bars asunder once more