Perry's POV
Time had stopped. The world narrowed down to the gleam of Valerium silver pressing against the ivory skin of Phoebe's throat.
Every instinct in my body screamed at me to tear Reginald apart. My wolf was clawing at the inside of my ribcage, a chaotic storm of rage and terror. But I couldn't move. I was frozen, trapped in a nightmare where my strength meant nothing.
If I lunged, she died. If I surrendered, she was lost to a monster.
"You're hesitating," Reginald crooned, his voice dripping with a sick, oily affection. He adjusted his grip, pulling Phoebe tighter against his chest. "I knew you would. You don't know how to love her properly. You only know how to possess."
"And you do?" I snarled, my voice barely human.
