After a moment of silence following the initial shock of the altercation, Lyall's eyes were still as wide as saucers. His breathing was ragged and he was internally freaking out, his heart rate skyrocketing as the vital organ kept now pushing the limits of what it was capable of and the sound echoing in his ears. True to Wulfric's word, he did not shift immediately, but he was definitely feeling immeasurable pain.

Rex knelt next to him, smirking at the deep gouges on Lyall's face. "Damn, dude. I hate to say it, but maybe you shouldn't have been a dick," he said curtly to the man. "I find that that's generally a good way of preventing shit like this."

Lyall gave Rex a pissed off expression, clearly not happy with the turn of events. "Come on, man, I thought you'd be cool. You and Angie seemed like you really hit it off."

Rex smirked. "No offense to you or Angelique, but I'm not attracted to her. She is a very nice young lady, but I have no interest in dating her." He took out a few medical items - cotton swabs, betadine solution, and the general anesthetic.

Lyall looked at Rex before shaking his head. "What the hell is that for?"

Rex sighed and rolled his eyes. "Calm down, it's just a betadine solution. I'm just gonna use it to clean the bloody mess that Wulfric made of your pretty-boy face. Now shut up and lay down before I have him lay on top of you. Doctor's orders."

Lyall just nodded and laid there in silence, not wanting to get involved with Wulfric again. The last thing he wanted was a gigantic wolf the size of a fully grown Clydesdale - a type of draft horse - laying on top of him after he had very nearly had his face ripped to shreds.

Rex kept working, taking out a vial of alcohol, a suturing needle, and some surgical thread before Lyall began questioning him again.

"What the hell are you doing now?" he asked in a much more panicked tone.

Rex sighed. "Well, you see, Lyall, I'm trying to work but you won't shut up long enough for me to do my job." At this point, he brought out the big guns, grabbing a vial of general anesthetic from his bag as well, and filling a syringe with it. "Don't say another word, this is just an anesthetic. If anything, it'll stop you from freaking out long enough for me to do my job. Now do me a favor and start counting down from ten."

Lyall smirked, wincing as the needle pierced his skin. "One, two, three..." he said before he began to feel sleepy.

After that point, it didn't take Rex very long to clean up the gashes and stitch them closed. When Lyall woke up, his face would look somewhat better. Sure, it would be marred for life, but that was a thousand times better than being dead.

Brynn had watched as Rex patched the brash man up, sighing as she felt things returning to semi-normalcy.

Normalcy; what even was normalcy at this point, anyway? Utter bullshit, probably. Now that Brynn had seen the transformation happen with her own two eyes, she was starting to believe that damn near anything could be possible.

Wulfric huffed, his nostrils flaring as he glared at Lyall's unconscious form before squeezing his way through the kitchen door, going over to Emilia's side. He settled down right next to her, thankful that she was alright - that she was alive. 'I'm sorry, my darling,' he apologized to her through the link. 'I only had your best interests at heart, I promise.'

Emilia sighed and stroked his fur, simply glad that her husband was alright. "Dearest husband, are you sure that it wasn't simply your own best interests that you had in mind?"

Wulfric lifted his head and nuzzled her softly. 'Fairly certain. Yes, I do have a reputation to uphold, but I cannot very well have people shitting on my good name and making a mockery of my past, now can I?'

Emilia cupped his snout gently in her hands and shook her head. "Well, when you put it that way, I suppose not. But that is still no reason to be a naughty werewolf and hurt people when it suits you."

Wulfric gave her an annoyed look and made a guttural noise in response to this. 'So people can just hurt my wife and summon dark beings under my nose? I think not. While I may have overreacted ever so slightly, I do not think that I am completely in the wrong for simply wanting the woman I love to feel safe and protected.'

Emilia sighed at her husband's words, feeling equal parts touched and angered by them. "Wulfric, dearest, I am not some maiden from a Shakespearean play, surely you're well aware of this by now."

Wulfric sighed. 'Of course. You are a strong woman, not some weakling damsel in distress. I have known this for as long as I have known you, my love,' he replied, hoping to save his own hide with this confession.

This seemed to pacify Emilia for a moment because she stroked his rough fur and moved to scratch his belly. "Wulfric, my love, you have no idea how much it scares me every time you shift just to threaten someone. I mean, it doesn't happen often, but it's still scary when it does happen." She buried her face in her husband's coarse pelt, breathing in his scent. "Wulfric, my darling... my one love in this world..." she whispered into his coat.

Wulfric groaned with contentment as his belly was scratched, his head flopping back onto the floor in a moment of pure bliss as his leg moved involuntarily. That was kind of just a thing that happened with dogs, honestly, so it wasn't weird. 'Emilia, my dearest, my beloved... the single most important person in my life...'

Emilia smiled and sat up again before kissing his snout. "You are an incredible man. Now, how about we get you to bed? Unless you would prefer to go running. I know you get restless at this time of night, especially after shifting into your wolf form."

'What harm could it do, honestly?' Wulfric asked her, the corner of his mouth turning up as if he was grinning. 'I mean, the worst that could happen is I hurt someone again, right?'

"Don't you be smug, mister. Now go; I'll wait for you." She shooed Wulfric off, urging him to leave the house.

With that, Wulfric left the house, pushing open the front door and Emilia went to check on the others.

As she peeked her head into the kitchen, Rex had finished making Lyall look even minutely like his old self. "Don't worry, Emilia," the young doctor said, "he won't bother you anymore. Or at least, I hope he doesn't, especially because I would hate to see a lovely woman such as yourself sacrificed to some olden-times werewolf king ripped from the jaws of mythology itself. I know he scared you and I know Wulfric scared you, but I have no reasons to doubt that he thought he was doing what was best for his family."

Emilia shuddered at the mention of the ritual but smiled quickly afterward. "Thank you, Rex, that is very sweet of you," she replied. "I especially appreciate the fact that you sent sweet Odin out here to comfort me." She looked at the German Shepherd, who had been sleeping but perked up at the sound of his name.

Rex chuckled. "You're such a good boy, Odin," he praised his canine companion before raising his arms above his head with a yawn. "I think I should probably hit the hay," he managed to utter, looking around sleepily for his partner in crime.

Luckily for Rex, Brynn was in the kitchen handcuffing Lyall. Hearing her name, however, she came out. "Sorry for the delay, Rex, I know you're tired," she apologized to him before heading off in the direction of her room, Emilia and Rex soon following suit and going to their respective rooms.

It didn't take long for everyone to fall asleep, even after the series of outright terror-inducing events that had just unfolded. But of course, Brynn still had Lyall to worry about.

Oh well, she'd get back to him in the morning. For now, he could stay handcuffed in the kitchen.