Enough!

The moment Cain caught Violet's fading scent—tainted with fear, with something wrong—his restraint shattered.

His vision tunneled. His muscles coiled like over-tightened steel cables. The six vampire lords before him blurred into insignificance. There was only one thought, one driving need:

Find her.

Dravile barely had time to sneer before Cain moved.

One second, the vampire lord was standing, arrogance dripping from his smirk. The next, Cain's claws ripped through his chest, shredding flesh and muscle like wet parchment. Blood sprayed in a wide arc, painting the broken stone beneath them.

Dravile gasped, his crimson eyes widening in shock as he staggered back. "You—!"