**Perry's POV**
The same intel reached me, and fury coursed through my veins like molten steel. As king, I felt every severed mindlink—each fallen shifter a knife to my soul.
These bastards would answer for what they'd done.
Warriors dying in battle was one thing. Getting blown to pieces without a chance to fight back? Pure cowardice. No shifter worth their salt would stand for this shit.
"Keep moving," I barked, leading my warriors as we hunted for any enemy trail. I wouldn't let them slip away.
Going back wasn't an option—what good would that do? My presence wouldn't bring the dead back to life. The only path was forward, making those responsible pay in blood.
But that intel turned out to be all we got.
When we finally picked up enemy tracks, one of my warriors caught up and delivered news from the capital that made my blood run cold.
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