Page 107 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

The sound was agony, rage, grief - it shook the walls, and rattled my bones. Before I could react, his hand closed around my throat, lifting me off the ground.

Aidan was next, dangling in Lucifer's other grip.

"You'll die screaming," Lucifer snarled.

"NO!" Amelia's voice cut through the haze.

I barely saw her move - just the flash of wood as she hurled it at Lucifer.

He dropped us, catching her by the throat instead.

"Really?" Lucifer said as he turned and started strangling Amelia.

"The prophecy... her blood can kill him; you need to distract him" Aidan's voice was a breathless gasp.

I didn't think. I moved.

Roaring, I slammed into Lucifer, knocking Amelia free.

"Fight me, you coward!"

Lucifer turned, snarling, and I saw Aidan lunge for Amelia out of the corner of my eye. A quick slash of his claws and her blood welled in her palm.

I locked Lucifer in a chokehold, making him kneel as I bent his head backwards, my muscles screaming as he thrashed.

"NOW, AIDAN!"

Aidan wrenched Lucifer's jaws open.

Amelia's blood dripped onto his tongue.

"No-!" Lucifer's eyes went wide.

His body convulsed, veins turning black, and smoke poured from his mouth as his flesh bubbled.

"You... won't... win..." he choked out, each word dripping with venom.

Lucifer's body ruptured, releasing a shockwave that sent me flying. The warehouse trembled as shelves collapsed. When the dust cleared, Lucifer was gone.

“It worked! He’s gone!” Aidan rejoiced.

The warehouse lay in ruins, blood in the air. My body ached, but victory settled over me. Amelia reached me first, her arms around my neck, burying her face in my fur.

"We did it," she whispered, her voice trembling with exhaustion and relief.

I shifted back to my human form after my wounds healed. I pulled her tighter against me, breathing in the familiar scent of her hair.

"We did it," I murmured.

Aidan approached, his face streaked with blood and dirt, but his expression was lighter than I'd ever seen it. He clapped a hand on my shoulder, his grip firm.

"You fought well, Finn."

"Thank you, Damon, for protecting Amelia. We should head back to the safe house. I will have some people take care of the dead bodies," Aidan exhaled, running a hand through his hair.

“Why don’t we go somewhere else? Just the three of us…” I said.

“Where do you have in mind?” Amelia asked.

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