†Noca's POV†
"I spent this morning searching for the creature that attacked my people with my warriors until I landed the man you saw. By what measures do you believe I executed the wrong person?" I rasped in a low snarl, my voice trembling with the fury I struggled to restrain.
"The cut on his palm was too fresh," he replied steadily. "It was as if he'd been wounded by a knife laced with wolfsbane deliberately, so he could pass as the culprit. If you go back and check, and question the omega who cut him, then compare the time frames, you'll find that you've executed the wrong man."
"And who," I thundered, voice echoing off the stone walls, "do you think you are to stand before me and offer advice? Are you implying that my judgment was wrong while yours is right?"
He opened his lips to respond but before a word could leave them, my hand shot out and clamped around his neck. I tightened my grip, my claws biting into his skin through the cloak covering my arm.
