Forcing A Change (Part 2)

Unzoku stood completely still, his hand hovering over Gary’s head. His massive form radiated confusion. Something had just happened, something that made no sense even to him.

In all his long existence, nothing like this had ever occurred. Not once. He was the first of his kind. Born of power gifted by his creator. A being who had shaped the very essence of the werewolf bloodline.

Each werewolf in existence, every Alpha, every Beta, was linked to him. Born from him. Shaped by him. His energy flowed through all of them.

And with that energy, Unzoku could bend them. Control them. Shape their instincts. Set rules they couldn't break. Force actions they couldn't stop.

But he always had to be careful. His power, vast as it was, had limits. Energy wasn’t infinite, not anymore. So he used it surgically, always aiming for maximum destruction with minimal effort.