The wolf had fully submitted.
Its head remained bowed, body trembling under the remnants of Leon's force domain, too broken to resist further. Leon stepped closer, boots brushing against leaves, and crouched at the beast's side. Its silver coat was still radiant, though dulled now by fear.
He laid a hand against its flank, voice steady.
"Don't resist."
The wolf obeyed instantly, muscles loosening as though his words had been law. Leon let his power stir.
The Mark answered.
An eerie energy seeped out of him, black at its edges but pulsing with a violent violet glow. His control faltered, the void in his eye shone bright, swallowing its blue hue until only the violet abyss remained.
