[Third Person's POV]
RAGE.
Raw, boiling, uncontrollable rage surged through Samael's veins, threatening to drown every rational thought. The sight of Lily—battered, her cheek red from the slap, her tear-filled eyes pleading—stirred something primal within him. His grip on the hilt of his sword tightened, the cool metal grounding him as he fought to maintain control over his emotions.
How dare they.
The boys' sneers and mocking laughter rang in his ears, but they were drowned out by the pounding of his heart and the growing roar of bloodlust that pulsed through his very being. These humans, so blinded by their arrogance and ignorance, thought they could harm someone he cared for and walk away unscathed?
