My Werewolf System

Chapter 1804  The Burden of the Alpha

Watching the sheer brutality and precision with which Gary was dealing with the situation was sparking a silent, tumultuous internal battle within Rowa himself. There was no denying the objective truth that had haunted the supernatural world for eons: the Werewolves were strong. They possessed a primal, surging power that didnʼt just rival the vampires, it threatened to eclipse them.

Rowa’s mind drifted through the annals of history. He thought of the powerful Alpha leaders who had come and gone. Even Lupus was a name that made every vampire leader, no matter how ancient or arrogant, tread with extreme caution. To subdue a Werewolf of that caliber, it was whispered that it would take more than just a single leader to step onto the battlefield; it would require a coordinated strike from the highest peaks of the vampire hierarchy.

However, as Rowa watched the figure of Gary in front of him, a whirlwind of fur, muscle, and devastating intent, his perspective shifted. He began to realize that the current threat might demand more than just the sitting King.

If this was the trajectory of the Werewolf lineage, the Originals themselves would have to be disturbed from their eternal slumber. The very vampires who had birthed the great families would need to walk the earth once more.

A new era of unity would have to be forged, a concept that felt alien in the current climate of isolation. The families would be forced to share their unique powers, to bleed for one another, and to fight as a singular, cohesive team. It was a level of cooperation they hadn’t achieved in a long time, not since the vampires had been torn asunder by their most recent and devastating civil war.

What Gary was displaying right now was a wake-up call. The vampires needed to get their act together, and they needed to do it quickly. If a full-scale war were to ignite between the two species today, Rowa knew with a sinking heart that it wouldnʼt be easy to predict who would emerge from the rubble as the victor.

The violence on the battlefield snapped Rowa back to the present. A clawed hand, belonging to the mutated Midwak, reached out in a desperate, jagged arc toward Gary. But Gary was faster. The heavy hammer in his grip swung in a blur, slamming into Midwak’s reaching arm. The sound was sickening, a mix of wet thuds and the sharp, dry snap of bone as the limb was crushed and broken apart under the weight of the blow.

“Midwak!” Gary shouted, his voice a guttural roar that vibrated in his chest.

Instead of using the hammer again, Gary pulled back a fist and launched it with the force of a piston, striking Midwak directly in the face. The impact sent a spray of blood into the air, but Gary didnʼt let up.

“Midwak!” he screamed again, a mixture of rage and a strange, desperate hope.

The mangled body of the Glutton Werewolf tried to scramble away, leaping toward the shadows to escape the onslaught. Gary moved like a streak of lightning, his hand clamping around Midwak’s ankle. With a heave of pure, unadulterated strength, Gary swung the body through the air and slammed it into the ground. The floor cracked upon impact, spiderwebs of stone radiating outward from Midwak’s broken form.

A strange, dark smoke began to elude from Gary’s fur, curling around his limbs and seeping slightly from between his bared teeth. The vapor grew denser by the second, swirling violently as if it were a physical manifestation of the raw, agonizing feelings boiling inside the Alpha.

Eventually, the movement stopped. Gary stood there, chest heaving, looking down at the broken remains of Midwak on the floor. Above them, the final traces of twilight had vanished. The sun had fully set, and the deep, ink-black night sky had claimed the horizon. Gary could feel the shift in his veins; the system provided a familiar, surging boost as the moon took its place. Even in the silence of this immediate clearing, he could hear the echoes of violence nearby. The others were still fighting.

“There must be more Glutton Werewolves than we thought,” Gary mumbled to himself, his voice thick with exhaustion. “The others might need my help. They might be in trouble.”

He looked down at the man who had been his shadow for so long. “Midwak... I wanted to save you. You really did change a lot from when we first met. Maybe part of me thought that if I could save you, I could save all of those from the strike force as well.”

Gary’s shoulders slumped. The aggression seemed to leak out of him, replaced by a crushing weight of responsibility. “But to be honest, I know how foolish and stupid that really is. I guess... I’m just a really selfish person.”

As he spoke, Gary began to cancel his transformation. The fur receded, the claws retracted, and the massive frame shrunk down until he was his human self again. He looked up at the vast sky, his throat tight with a painful lump. He blinked rapidly, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill over.

“And that is why you’re our leader,” a voice said softly from behind him.

Kai stepped forward, placing a steadying hand on Gary’s shoulder. “Your selfishness is a good trait, Gary. Because the things you want, the people you want to save, are for the sake of everyone. But thankfully, you don’t have to do everything yourself anymore.”

Kai squeezed his shoulder once before walking ahead toward Midwak. The fallen werewolf lay on the ground, his chest heaving shallowly. His supernatural healing appeared to have slowed to a crawl from the sheer volume of the beating he had sustained, but the wounds were still knitting together, stubborn and slow.

‘Is he going to kill him? On my behalf?’ Gary wondered, his heart sinking at the thought of Kai taking on that grim task. But as Kai reached into his jacket, Gary saw a glint of metal.

Turning around, Kai held up the medallion, letting it catch the faint light of the stars.

“If this thing can suppress something as volatile as the powers of Unzoku, it’s worth a try, right?” Kai asked, a determined glint in his eye.

Turning back to the task at hand, Kai gripped the medallion tightly. He was well aware of the mechanics of the old world; to activate beast equipment, one had to channel their Qi directly into the item. He reasoned that this medallion, despite its mysterious origins, would operate on the same fundamental principles of energy transfer.

Without a second thought, Kai knelt and slammed the medallion right into the center of Midwak’s chest. He closed his eyes, focusing every ounce of his internal Qi, pouring it into the cold metal. The item reacted almost instantly. It began to pulse with a rhythmic, ethereal light, and a violent surge of energy started to swirl out from the edges of the metal disc.

Suddenly, Midwak’s eyes snapped open, glowing with an unnatural intensity. His body, previously broken and limp, began to flail about on the cracked ground as the energy took hold.

“What is going on?” Rowa whispered from the sidelines, his eyes wide.

To the vampires, the werewolves had always been seen as blunt instruments, but this was different. There was a great deal of mystery here, a depth of ancient power he hadnʼt anticipated. He realized then that the vampires kept many secrets, but it seemed the werewolves possessed enigmas that were just as deep and potentially just as dangerous.

“Come on, Midwak!” Kai shouted over the humming of the medallion. “You’ve been a pain in the backside for Gary for a while now! He’s done you favor after favor, so do something for him for once! Fucking come back! Stop making this so difficult for us!”

As Kai pushed the last of his energy into the device, a strange, red, mist-like energy exploded outward from Midwak’s body. It didnʼt dissipate; instead, it began to swirl in the air, a miniature cyclone of crimson vapor dancing around the three of them.

The battlefield fell into a momentary, breathless silence as the energy coalesced, leaving everyone to wonder what had just happened to Midwak’s body, and what would remain when the mist finally cleared.

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