Do You Blame Him?
Draven pulled back and turned around, making his way to the balcony.
Ryan stared at his disappearing figure, his shoulders rising and falling in heavy breathing. "D-daddy's boy?" His balled fist tightened.
"I. Will. Kill. You!" he emphasized, his aura filled with nothing but bloodlust.
Draven shut the door that led to the balcony and walked over to rest his hands against the average pillar.
He looked up to the sky at the full moon and lifted his hand to clutch onto his neck. He swallowed hard for a few moments and took deep breaths to calm himself down.
A full moon was one of the dreaded nights for vampires, especially the royal-blooded ones. Unlike the common vampires, who seek blood uncontrollably during that time, the royal-blooded vampires rather go into heat while still seeking blood.