章 71: Max is Only Seventeen

Max was boiling with anger that he was transferring to how he held Raul Brayden's neck. He was only a Diurnal vampire... That doesn't make his grip anything as "only". He was in the second phase of vampire evolution and not the first!

Squeezing the old man's neck felt so, it felt so relieving. For the past two months, he was like the prey but today he was an insane predator. He squeezed further, hardened his muscles and tightened his vampiric teeth.

All of Max's built up frustrations were directed to his tight grip until Raul Brayden said he was here to explain the dirty games Lucas was playing, which involved his life like how crucial it is to breath, like how amazing it is to be loved, and how funny it is for a big man to wet his bed.

Letting go off the coughing counselor's neck, Max took some calm-backwards steps. He sighed his heavy sigh and brushed his dirty brown hair with one hand, holding his dead father's skull with the other one.