Perry's POV
I watched Reginald from across the training grounds, studying his every move as he sparred with the other warriors. Nothing in his demeanor suggested he harbored any hidden agenda, yet something about his presence here gnawed at me. Why would someone who could have anything he wanted in his own pack choose to join the palace guard for a war mission?
His fighting skills were mediocre at best, nothing that screamed ambition or hunger for power. But damn if he wasn't charismatic. The bastard had already wormed his way into the inner circle of most newly recruited warriors.
"What's eating at you?" Flynn's voice cut through my thoughts.
I could feel his disapproval radiating off him in waves. He still couldn't stomach how I'd handled that warrior situation—convinced I'd murdered an innocent man over unproven accusations.
