If Shura could change the way it reacted in every situation, it would change everything and give Zion far greater leverage when responding to any scenario they might face.
"Good doggie…" Zion smirked.
The words almost sent Shura exploding. It surged forward in fury, instinctively trying to tear through Zion's mental barrier, humiliation and rage boiling over. But midway through the motion, it froze. Seeing the smug provocation in Zion's stance, Shura suddenly remembered his warning.
This was a test.
Its ragged breathing slowly steadied as the realization sank in. Zion wasn't mocking it for cruelty's sake; he was deliberately taunting it, probing its limits, seeing whether Shura could endure provocation without losing control.
"Fuctard!" Shura snorted.
With a huff, it turned its back completely, curled up, and rested its head on its paws, pointedly ignoring Zion. For now, it would cooperate, but it refused to speak another word. The annoyance radiating from it was unmistakable.
