Perry's POV
Somehow, I listened to Flynn. My grip loosened on the warrior's throat, and he collapsed to the ground, gasping desperately while clutching his neck. He thought death was coming for him. Air rushed into his lungs as he gulped greedily.
If he could have shifted into his beast form, he might have made one final attempt on my life. But someone like him couldn't transform under such pressure—shifting required calm, not terror. Higher-ranking wolves might manage it, but a young warrior like him didn't have that strength.
"You crossed a line," Flynn said, but he caught himself when he saw my expression. Speaking like that while I was enraged, especially with others watching, was a mistake.
My royal beta realized his error and dropped his head. I was beyond reason—confronting me in this state wasn't smart.
Timothy stepped in, dismissing the warrior.
