Logan felt the tiger finally relent.
The resistance in its mind faded, and with it, the tension in its muscles.
He didn't want to crush such a noble spirit. He hadn't come here to break the beast—only to form a bond.
So he lifted his foot and stepped back, releasing the pressure. The moment the mental link solidified between them, the tiger spoke.
[You win…]
The voice came through, heavy and resigned. It sighed, as if finally letting go.
"Right," Logan said, cracking a small smile. "You made it hard, though."
He crouched down beside the beast, conjuring healing light in his palm. "Here. Eat this," he added, sliding over more meat and one of the light crystals.
"I'll fix that arm of yours."
The glow from his spell wrapped gently around the tiger's fractured limb, slowly mending torn muscle and cracked bone.
