What happened to Emery was not mind control. It was natural, something primitive that existed within the blood of his kind.
Just like every living being who huddled when it was cold, sought food when they were hungry, and cared for their young ones; the half-bloods also had similar instincts ingrained within their very being.
An unbroken bond with their ancestors.
Those who possessed higher gene rank, having a larger percentage of blood essence that correlated to their powerful ancestors, would command authority over the others of the bloodline. This was something that was extremely difficult, if not impossible to fight back.
At the moment, Emery was still very much worried about the safety of his friends. However, when he received an absolute command from the Wolf Patriarch, his priorities inevitably began to change out of his control.
