He was so hungry. He was so angry. All he could think about was the need to devour, to consume, to sate the gnawing hunger clawing at his insides.
'I must kill him. I must eat him. I'm so hungry.'
Damon's thoughts spiraled, consumed by the primal instincts of the shadow festering within him. His gaze locked on Xander—the arrogant noble who had done nothing but get in his way, mocking him at every turn. A twisted grin spread across his face as his body moved like a blur, a half-deranged predator closing in on its prey.
Before Xander could react, Damon grabbed his arm with bone-crushing force. With a savage knee strike, he shattered it.
"ARGHH!" Xander screamed in agony, blood trickling down his lip as he gritted his teeth, trying desperately to resist.
But Damon gave him no reprieve. With a forceful kick to the chest, he sent Xander hurtling backward, crashing into the forest floor.