Easton's voice is laced thickly with murderous intent, the deep growl coming from his chest can be felt in vibrations to those close enough to feel it. Even the front row, which is filled with incredibly powerful wolves, can’t help but flinch back. On the stage, even the elders take a single step back. Knowing how quickly things could now escalate, beside Steele, the other body guard takes a step back, but Steele is still steadfast, looking largely unbothered by the whole exchange. He hasn't even moved a muscle, but anyone observing him could see he hasn't even blinked.
The woman who is facing his wrath doesn’t even look away, even if she is weak and even if she knows at her full strength she would have no chance of going against him in a physical sense, she will still never bow to him.
