As he was facing death, Rhyland felt satisfied to realize that he at least had put a wrench in the madman's plans.
Bemoaning the broken contents of the suitcase, the monster unforgivingly rained hit after hit at the Lycan's inert body. Wentworth was completely overcome with rage. These vials were especially reserved for D-day. Now the plan won't come to fruition! It was all this furry mutt's fault!
Meanwhile, Rhyland's consciousness was quickly fading from the vampire's unflinching wave of attack. But a part of him hung on for dear life.
'No. It can't end like this. I can't die like this. Without Emery, Aubrey…. Aubrey would be all alone.' Rhyland thought desperately as he lifted his arms up to block the blows.
At Rhyland's show of defiance, Wentworth roared. Enraged. Wentworth wanted the other man to die but in a horrible, gruesome manner. He wanted revenge and could only derive satisfaction in that way.
