The metal burned through his flesh like molten fire, searing deep until smoke rose where it touched. His knees buckled as pain exploded across his body, not just on his arm where the silver sank, but through every nerve, every vein, like acid flooding his blood.
The burn spread faster, leaving behind a scent of scorched skin and iron. His breath came in ragged gasps as his wolf thrashed violently inside him, clawing at the surface, desperate to escape.
And the silver made it worse, it twisted the bond between man and beast until all that remained was agony and chaos.
"F–Father..." he gritted out, his voice breaking between his teeth.
His father's grip tightened on the silver, pressing it deeper into Azrael's shoulder until the hiss of burning flesh filled the room and he collapse on the floor and screamed in agony.
"Out of all the things I could've done to make you lose control…" the man said softly, almost like he was musing. "You didn't expect this, did you?"
