Perry's POV
Right now I was carving a bloody path toward the dungeon. My only instinct was getting my mate back.
Screw these bastards.
I'd deal with Phoebe later - whether she was guilty of the crime or not, I'd decide that once she was back in my grasp.
But these idiots dared to stand in my way, and my beast tore through them without mercy. I slaughtered three in a single blow. My rage was my guide now.
I didn't even attempt to control the bloodlust surging through my veins. I beheaded my enemies, shattered their bones, and crushed their skulls.
Their screams of agony were music to my ears, only fueling my hunger to kill them all.
I was drowning. Drowning in an ocean of blood and the madness consuming my mind. Everything was red, and even my own warriors who followed me didn't dare come near - I seemed oblivious to their existence.
I killed anyone who touched me. Anyone within my reach.
