But when it struck—there was no Leon in front of it.
Its eyes darted left and right, a deep snarl rumbling from its throat, but Leon was nowhere to be seen.
How? Its speed was slightly faster than Leon's—by all logic, the moment it turned, it should have caught him. Yet Leon had simply… vanished.
Now, the wolf knew it was at a huge disadvantage. It couldn't see its opponent, couldn't predict where the next strike would come from.
It turned to check behind—still nothing.
The fact that Leon had tricked it sent its fury boiling over.
Yes, it had predicted the plan… but it hadn't realized the plan went far beyond what it could see.
This human had calculated every possibility, considered even the smallest details, and left no gap in his execution.
It had underestimated its enemy, and now it was paying the price.
If it wasn't careful, that single mistake could cost it its life.
And in its anger, it forgot to check one place—above.
