Brakk shaking with fear at Leo's cold gaze, his plan to murder Leo in secret without telling the Wolves now a broken dream. He had wanted to take the glory and advance in the guild, but his greed had brought him directly into a trap.
Leo stands, the smirk on his face is cold, and out of his shadow, two wraiths formed, dark, ghostly beings with glowing purple eyes, their forms twisting like living smoke. Brakk's breath stopped, fear gripping him, and even Liana froze, her eyes wide at the otherworldly beings.
Nimbus, reverting to his cat form, stepped back with a low growl, his purple eyes fixed on Brakk. The wraiths seized Brakk's arms, forcing him to his knees with relentless strength, their grip unyielding.
Leo crouched to Brakk's level, one wraith yanking Brakk's hair to tilt his face up, ensuring he met Leo's gaze. Leo's voice was a low, chilling murmur. "Why...., what..., who.....forget that questions. Let's have a chat."
