The tension in the air was electric, crackling with the remnants of unspoken words and untamed power. Axel, in a flash of speed only a vampire could possess, had bolted from the room, leaving behind a gust of wind that scattered papers from Lucian’s desk.
“Damn it!” Lucian cursed under his breath, but before he could react, the King was already in pursuit, moving at a speed that matched his son’s.
Axel didn’t know where he was going; all he knew was that he had to get away. His mind was a storm of confusion and hunger, the burning thirst gnawing at him like a ravenous beast. His fangs ached, his gums throbbed, and every nerve in his body screamed for blood. The academy walls felt like they were closing in on him, suffocating him with their cold, sterile presence.
Behind him, King Maxi
