Mithias watched anxiously as the young white-haired vampire urgently went about the room looking for any kind of control device, but found nothing. The only option was to try shooting the welded bands that locked Mithias' arms in place, a resolution the older vampire was just going to have to accept. He frowned and grit his teeth as Liam pressed the gun point-blank against the weakpoint of the metal strap. Just as he was about to protest the angle, Liam fired, wasting no time. Mithias jolted at the blast, barking a cry of pain just as Liam realized the bullet had glanced off into Mithias' thigh. Fangs bared and eyes squeezed shut as Mithias stretched his maw in a silent scream, stifled to the best of his ability. Fury in his eyes, he gave curt correction in a hushed, harsh tone, "Aim AWAY from me. Ghrrrh." A red glow dimly filled his eyes and he was taking bigger breaths now. "Continue... Do it." Mithias braced himself and Liam continued to blow apart the rest of the bonds with minimal collateral damage. 

Finally free, Mithias used his arms to pull himself up and stand mostly onto one leg. "Good Agent Kelling. Help me walk until I heal. We can't wait for it." Then, just as Liam was about to position himself to assist his lame commander, Mithias caught a glimpse over Liam's shoulder at the very last second. Behind him was the massive face of the enraged white vampire-wolf who had stealthy closed the gap to its first target. Not even Mithias had noticed him until just now. In the microseconds that followed, Mithias' yellow eyes widened and he gasped, but it was too late. Huge fangs closed around Liam's neck from behind, muzzle covering whole neck and shoulder as Vladimir easily lifted and shook the young vampire. Blood sprayed the walls, and Liam's body was thrown mercilessly by the massive beast. 

Mithias staggered back. He was wounded and defenseless, cornered in this accursed cell. Not even Liam's guns were within reach. He looked defiantly into the werewolf's eyes in those last seconds, searching for a reason, for some connection with the beast's soul. He didn't know him, nor why a wild and free werewolf of the north with such power would come to kill him, of all vampires. Maybe the wolf simply hated vampires and was taking an opportunity. Mithias couldn't blame him. Was this then to be his end?

There was no time for any more thought before the frothing monster pounced him, easily driving Mithias onto his back. Mithias reached into the soft white, bloody fur, gripping against muscle with his own claws, yet his strength was nothing to this animal. He froze, expecting to die, yet the werewolf hesitated, and did it... whimper? Inches from his face, Mithias stared at it, watching its confusion when suddenly, something happened. In the moment when he thought he would die, in a very split second, he could read Vladimir's mind. He was suffering, both mentally and physically, and he didn't really... want to kill everyone. 

Another snarl ripped through the white wolf's throat, and Mithias braced himself to be torn apart.