For hours, Henry held the small three-headed wolf hostage, forcing the Alpha to howl without pause. And, whenever she ceased and tried to threaten him, Henry would gently squeeze one of the cub's necks, causing it to pitifully whimper. Deep down, Henry didn't like mistreating animals, some moral remnant from his time on Earth. But to achieve his goal, he was ready to set it aside and act against his principles. A clear sign that this world was gradually changing his essence and actions.
As the tiny cub whimpered, the other wolves circled Henry with caution, their bodies low and teeth exposed, waiting for the Alpha's signal to attack. But for the first time, the Alpha felt extremely vulnerable under the gaze of another being, as if it were a defenseless rabbit. Despite its limited intelligence, it understood that an attack would only endanger its precious offspring. It could only helplessly raise both heads and angrily howl, causing the surrounding snow to slightly tremble.
