The White Wolf
Panic flooded our bond, but I sent love and devotion back.
I climbed on top of the stage, none of the men recognized me. “The white wolf has come to lead you to victory. Your leader is dead, but the war remains.” The men closed in as if waiting for direction. I stripped off my clothes, holding their attention, and shifted. The men cheered and knelt in front of me.
Stop. I commanded firmly with my mind. Every man stilled in place. Their bodies obeying. I kept my focus on the group, releasing Ghost. He began administering the serum one man at a time.