Perry's POV
"Bring them in," I commanded, my voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The fleeting happiness from being with my mate evaporated, replaced by a fury that burned hotter with each passing second.
Five warriors dragged in their captives—shifters bound with silver bracelets that stripped them of their ability to transform. The metal burned their skin, but not nearly as much as my rage would.
I stepped toward the trembling traitors. They couldn't even meet my eyes, their pathetic pleas for forgiveness already spilling from their lips. Forgiveness they'd never receive.
"Tell me who else was involved," I demanded.
"No one else, my king... no one else," one stammered.
These were senior border guards—warriors I'd trusted to protect our territory. Instead, they'd sold us out to the Barlukans, accepting bribes to let enemy forces slip through our defenses like shadows in the night.
