TRIGGER WARNING! GORE!
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Rhain's head pulsed with pain, his vision swimming in and out of focus. Every glance at his mutilated fingers was a vivid reminder of that pain and all the loss of blood, strength and his preternatural abilities.
The room spun around him as he weighed his options. Offering information was a no-go. Even if he feigned cooperation with the hunters, he knew they would become no friends.
These creatures were dedicated to one purpose: his annihilation. Since the moment Slaine had walked into the room maskless, revealing his identity, Rhain knew the hunters' endgame. There would be no leaving this room alive unless he took action.
