SILAS POV
*trigger warning- gore and torture*
*Monster - Imagine Dragons*
I didn’t start with rage.
That surprised me.
I thought I would come apart the second I had my hands on him, that Seiryu would tear straight through my skin and reduce the room to ash and bone before I could even think. But when I looked down at Max—shaking, bloodied, barely holding consciousness—I felt something colder settle into my chest.
Focus.
Rage came later.
I crouched in front of him slowly, deliberately, letting him see me move. Letting him register who was in the room, what had changed, what was coming next. His eyes were unfocused, pupils blown wide, tears and blood and water streaking down his face. He smelled like fear, piss, and vampire venom. Weak. Ruined.
Pathetic.
I grabbed a fistful of his
