Izaak, the First Prince

Alora refrained from meeting the gaze of the person who had just seized her hand, aware that her gaze could potentially reduce the person to ashes. 

"Prince Izaak, I implore you to cease," Tobias urged urgently, fearing Alora would look at him. 

"The allure of human blood is not something I can resist," Izaak remarked, his lips moistened by a tantalizing lick.

A powerful blow struck him, eliciting a frightened shriek from Alora. The force of the punch sent him hurtling at least a hundred meters away from her, his body skidding to a stop as his feet dug into the soil. 

Finally halting, Izaak found himself ensnared by Magnus, who gripped his collar fiercely, their eyes locking in a primal standoff. Their fangs bared as they both emitted menacing growls, the tension between them was palpable.