Captain Lyra felt a surge of anger rise within her as she heard Leon's words. "You selfish bastard!" she shouted, pounding on the door. "We could use your help! Don't you understand that?" Her voice grew hoarse from yelling, but it did little to sway him.

As they waited for someone to come and let them out of the room, Captain Lyra glared at Leon. "Fine," she spat through gritted teeth. "

"You can go ahead and try to take them on alone, but remember this: we are a team. And if you get yourself killed trying to be some kind of hero..." She trailed off, unable to finish the thought. Instead, she focused on maintaining her composure as they waited for someone to come rescue them.

Outside the room, tension was high as the other members of the team argued about what should be done. Some wanted to try and break down the door and free Captain Lyra and Leon;

Lyra's transformation flowed over her like water, her body shifting with sleek grace until she stood proudly in her wolf form. She gazed up at Sam, his massive gray bulk towering over her smaller white-furred frame.

With a playful bark, Lyra nipped at his muzzle, her tail wagging happily. Then, without warning, she bolted off across the beach, kicking sand up behind her. Her paws barely seemed to touch the ground as she ran, the wind whipping through her fur.

She stopped suddenly, turning back to face Sam. A hint of confusion lingered on her features, but he read between the lines - he knew what she was thinking.

"Hey," she said softly, meeting his gaze. "I'm not complaining." With that simple admission, their bond continued to grow stronger than ever before. Together, they faced the challenges ahead, knowing they could overcome anything with each other by their side.

In her new lupine form, Lyra turned around, presenting her rear end to Alex with a provocative sway of her hips. Her tail wagged excitedly, the muscles of her thighs flexing as she spread herself wide open for him, inviting him to take her from behind like a true alpha male.

The scent of her arousal filled the air, a heady mix of wolf pheromones that called to Alex's primal instincts. He grasped her hindquarters firmly, his fingers digging into her soft fur as he prepared to claim her once more.

Alex thrust powerfully into Lyra's tight heat, grunting with pleasure as their bodies slapped together. His knot rubbed against her sensitive entrance, causing both of them to moan and whimper. The feeling of being so completely claimed, so thoroughly bred, drove him wild with desire.

As they moved together, their breathing grew labored and their skin glistened with sweat, their bond only seemed to deepen.

They watched as Alex removed his mask, revealing his scarred face and weary eyes. He lit a cigarette, and despite the chaos surrounding him, he seemed almost... peaceful.

"He did it," Lyra breathed, her voice barely audible. "Against all odds, he held them off."

Jax approached cautiously, weapon still drawn. "Alex? We thought you were..."

"Had to finish the job," Alex replied, his voice rough from disuse. He offered a small nod to Lyra before exhaling smoke. "You're welcome."

As Alex put on his gas mask once more and prepared to rejoin the others at the bunker, Lyra felt an unexpected pang of admiration for the man who had risked everything to save not only her crew, but countless innocents from the relentless onslaught of the infected.

She knew that she would never be able to forget the sight of him standing amidst the carnage, his strength and determination a testament to the power of human resilience in the face of unimaginable adversity.

Lyra blinked in surprise as she noticed the slight increase in the pod's fluid levels. Despite Alex's constant struggles, his powers somehow managed to maintain his hydration.

She reached out tentatively to touch the glass, her mind racing with implications. If his abilities allowed him to sustain himself without external resources, what other capabilities might he possess?

Carefully, Lyra made a note of the observation, her thoughts already shifting towards potential future studies. She couldn't deny the scientific curiosity that stirred within her, even as her conscience recoiled at the notion of exploiting Alex further.

The sudden onset of power outages and electrical short-circuits had caught everyone off guard. As they raced through the bunker, Lyra and her team were met with chaos at every turn. The air was filled with the stench of burning metal and ozone as equipment failed and systems shut down.

It wasn't until they arrived at Alex's chamber that they realized what had happened: his powers had been unleashed, and he had absorbed all of it into himself.

As soon as Alex tugged her closer, Lyra melted into his embrace, resting her fluffy muzzle right above his heartbeat. She inhaled deeply, relishing the comforting scent of her beloved mate.

In response to his nose-to-nose nuzzle, Lyra's own snout rubbed gently against his, her eyes slipping shut in contentment. There was nothing better than these quiet moments of intimacy, when it was just the two of them wrapped up in each other.

"I love you, alpha," she murmured softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Lyra smirked playfully and shifted to nip Alex teasingly on the ear. "Maybe... if you apologize properly first," she retorted with a giggle.