The Dark Wolf Leader felt an unnatural force tighten around its body, something ancient and inescapable. A chill ran through its core as the power took hold, warping its very essence.
It tried to resist, but there was no fighting back. A sharp, echoing howl tore from its throat—only for the sound to twist and shift into something far more humiliating.
A startled bleat rang through the battlefield.
The mighty Dark Wolf Leader, ruler of the southern forests, had been turned into a fat, snow-white sheep.
Disbelief struck harder than any wound ever had. 'Me? A sheep?!' Its body trembled as it stared down at its stubby legs and thick wool, unable to process the absurdity of what had just happened. If wolves could go pale, it would have turned ghostly white.
Nearby, a group of Dark Wolves paused, eyes flicking between each other in confusion. But confusion quickly gave way to something far more dangerous.
