Della’s POV
My chest rose and fell heavily, and my breathing hitch. It’s like I’m near to having a panic attack. Tears that I didn’t even know I had started streaming down my face, but it’s not because of pity, pain, or fear. It was all tears of indescribable and immeasurable fury radiating in me.
My eyes turned blood red, and my blood boiled in uncontrollable madness.
Madness that seemed to be even surpassed by that familiar man on the video.
The doors of the room where Flora was captivated flew open as it was knocked down with great force. A deafening roar echoed in the entire room, alerting the rapist, who had that wicked smile on their lips.
They turned around and snapped at the attacker who ruined their feast, but they didn’t even have the time to speak a word before the man went on a rampage.
It was Kylian. His eyes were red, his fangs were showing as he opened his mouth in a roar, and his nails were already elongated into sharp, deadly claws.