Perry's POV
The throne I'd seized through blood and betrayal had awakened something dark within me—an insatiable hunger to tear everything apart.
I launched attacks against neighboring territories, driven purely by greed for their lands. I made no effort to hide my motives.
Even as we spoke, my warriors had claimed another city.
My bloodthirst troubled Flynn, who kept trying to talk me out of these campaigns. But something inside me had shattered beyond repair. No amount of reasoning could stop me from seeking the next battle.
"What's your plan now?" Flynn asked, his voice careful.
"Strip him of his alpha title and bring his pathetic pack under my rule," I replied without pause.
Flynn's suspicions were right—I was already plotting something brutal.
"I'll slaughter them all and mount their heads above the pack house." I grinned, excitement coursing through me at the thought of destruction. The prospect of battle, of crushing this pack, thrilled me.
