Taste of Vengeance (4)

Callan burst through Aldric's mind, snapping his elongated canines and slicing his claws through the closest man to his right in the van. Blood splattered everywhere, but there was only a muffled yell in the back of the van as it shook and almost toppled to the side. The man's breath left him in a rush, and all that was left was a bloodied body. 

Aldric turned his glowing blue gaze onto the others, aware of the blood dripping from his mouth and from his claws. His lips curved up into a sadistic smile, delighting in the way the others tried to shuffle backwards, looking at him like the evil creature they believed him to be. But now, he didn't care.

These were the humans who thought they had the right to kill his mate and children. These twisted, sick individuals. He took another step towards them, snarling when he smelt a whiff of urine in the van. 

"Aldric!" Harry grabbed him and pulled him back. "Not yet!"