In the clan, a cornerstone of Metamorphia's society, tradition dictated that young Lycanthropes achieve their peak transformation at an early age. But for Zayn, this expectation became a curse. While his younger siblings and peers transformed with primal grace, Zayn's power remained dormant.
This failure branded him a "cursed one," as dictated by their tradition every 100 years. He became the clan's outcast, enduring constant scorn and disrespect. His parents, while conflicted, were ultimately embarrassed and ashamed, and even his younger siblings, who transformed effortlessly, looked down upon him. This environment fostered a deep self-loathing, despite his gentle nature and willingness to help, culminating in the chaotic moment in the present.
As the sun dipped below the horizon, Zayn's suppressed power erupted, transforming him into the legendary Black Wolf, a spiritual soul prophesied every 200 years. The restaurant plunged into a panic. With immense speed, his heightened senses rapidly scanned the chaotic scene. Screams filled the air as people cowered or fled through broken windows, desperate for escape.
Driven by a primal hunger, Zayn burst through the iron door of the meat locker, devouring the raw meat voraciously. It was then that the manager and owner discovered him, paralyzed by immense fear. Zayn, the Black Wolf, gave them a death look, and out of primal instinct and a sonic scream, he bellowed, "GO AWAY!". As the police sirens drew closer, Zayn vanished with incredible speed. The Head of Police cautiously entered the demolished restaurant, leading his team to a tactical position behind the legendary Black Wolf, unaware of the sensed presence. As the commander gave the order to fire, the great, legendary Black Wolf raised his ears, instantly reacting. With immense speed, he leapt and backflipped, delivering a lethal roundhouse way to three of the policemen, throwing them back with immense speed, killing them instantly. He then locked eyes with the commander , rushing towards him, grabbing him and took him to the intact part of the roof, looking down at him. The Head of Police was trembling with fear, pleading, "Please don't kill me! Don't kill me! I have kids, I have a wife, please." The brazen Black Wolf gazed at him and uttered a single, eerie and chilling word in a deep voice: "Yield."The Head of Police froze, the word "Yield" vibrating through his very marrow. It wasn't just a command; it felt like a physical weight pressing him into the concrete. Below, the blue and red strobe lights of the squad cars painted the soot-covered rooftops in rhythmic flashes, but up here, there was only the shadow of the wolf and the cold night air.
Zayn didn't move. His golden eyes reflected the chaos below, yet he remained eerily still. The sirens seemed to fade into a dull hum as the Chief's trembling slowed, replaced by a strange, forced calm-the kind that comes when you realize you are completely at the mercy of something divine.
What... what do you want?" the Chief whispered, his voice cracking.
Zayn leaned in, the heat radiating from his fur smelling of ozone and ancient earth. He didn't answer with words this time. Instead, he released the Chief's collar and gestured toward the horizon, where the city lights met the dark silhouette of the mountains.