Terror in the Stables (3)

"Bgk! Ghk!"

Despite the alarming transformation occurring in the drunk man's complexion, Percival's determination did not waver. He was not going to let him get away with hurting a defenseless child.

"Stop, you are going to kill him!" Secretary Cade urgently interjected, grabbing hold of Percival's arm and locking eyes with him.

As he tried to intervene, Cade found himself grappling not just with Percival's strength but also with the pheromones he was unintentionally unleashing.

His eyes darted around, landing on the Marchioness, who seemed to be suffering under the influence of the pheromones as well.

However, Percival, like a red bear that had lost all reason, remained unyielding. He clung to his sense of justice and refused to let go of his grip, no matter how much the drunk man pleaded or struggled.