Miller had successfully chained all the eleven second year students to their respective poles. But he had also received a minor scratch from them. But that wasn't a problem as his super healing ability kicked in.
Whenever the Werewolves attempted to break the chains with their super strength. The chains would glow a dim blue light and get stronger and thicker and then wrap them even more tightly.
But this didn't stop them from making noises. Those roars reminded Miller that they were indeed ferocious predators. If he wasn't their to chain them. Maybe the entire school students might be dead by now. No wonder they really needed a LOKI LUPIN.
"You are doing well" Alexander Reynolds said.
A broad smile appeared on Miller's face. He knew he wasn't yet done because The Teachers hadn't turned themselves. They had informed him that The Weaker the Mind, The easier for the person to turn. As for them, they had trained their minds to the point that it could delay their transformation.
The Werewolves had earlier on explained to him that they felt an overwhelming pain during the 'Full Moon' whenever they tried to stay in their human form and not give in to their Werewolf form. These teachers have been werewolves for more than a decade and some years. They have gotten used to the pain and thus could bear it until they couldn't any longer.
The three teachers were now filling the pain. It was now getting enormous, but due to their training they could bear.
Sophie's right hand claws had grew just a little thicker and longer, although it wasn't noticeable. It was a side she would turn at any moment.
(NOTE: THE CHAINS ONLY WORK WHENEVER, THE WEREWOLF IS AT THE TRANSFORMATION STAGE, NOT AT THIS POINT WHERE THEIR HUMANITY MIND IS STILL INTACT)
Sophie Immediately dug her claws from her right hand inside her left palm. It was not a sight anyone would want to see.
SPLAT!
Blood dripped from her left palm.
Sophie didn't shout, she just bit her lips with her fangs. Her fangs were now also turning. The fangs had grown to a significant rate, although only the right claws grown, but the top fangs were now fully out and she Immediately bit her lips.
The method she is performing was Thought to her by her Late Husband; This Pack Alpha; William Strong Smith. The method is now by most as Tenebris Supressed meaning Darkness Suppressed in Latin.
Tenebris Suppressed, a technique honed by the most experienced and disciplined werewolves, offered a sliver of hope amidst the overwhelming power of the full moon. When the lunar glow enveloped the night sky, and the werewolf's primal instincts surged within, this method became a desperate measure to delay the inevitable transformation.
With unwavering determination, the werewolf would inflict pain upon themselves, a form of self-torture that held the power to slow down their metamorphosis. It was a harrowing process, one that demanded intense focus and control over their inner beast. The pain had to be self-inflicted, a deep connection to their own suffering, to tap into the recesses of their mind.
Claws and fangs, once formidable weapons, now became instruments of self-restraint. The werewolf would draw upon their own strength to harm themselves, seeking to counter the uncontrollable force of the full moon. Yet, they had to tread carefully, for the line between control and chaos was dangerously thin. Each strike had to be precise, measured, and delivered with a stillness of mind that defied the primal urges urging them to yield.
Tenebris Suppressed was no cure; it only delayed the transformation, preventing the werewolf from succumbing entirely to their lupine nature. Even for the most skilled, it required a delicate balance of physical pain and mental fortitude. It was a test of endurance, a testament to the strength of their willpower against the relentless pull of the moon's influence.
But for some alphas, the technique offered more than mere delay. Those who had mastered it to an exceptional degree could withstand the transformation altogether. They would endure the pain, suppressing the darkness within until the full moon's hold loosened its grip on the world. In doing so, they became beacons of hope for their pack, leading by example and showing them that control over their nature was indeed possible.
Tenebris Suppressed stood as a testament to the strength and resilience of werewolves, a sacred art practiced by the few who dared to challenge the primal instincts that defined their existence. In the face of the moon's alluring power, these brave individuals fought to retain their humanity, proving that even in the darkest of times, the light of self-discipline could prevail.
"Get ready, Immediately her fangs grow larger than that and her furs have started to grow. chain her immediately." Victor Carter instructed him.
Miller started to swing the chains above his head, he was aiming for her. Immediately she turns, he doesn't want to take that risk, so he was ready to confront her head-on.
The other Werewolves were all shaking now. The two teachers were also shaking. This was a clear sign to Miller that danger was now lurking.
Alexander Reynolds didn't hesitate. He did the unthinkable. He brought out his claws (right hand) and then cut out the vein in his left hand.
"Rarr" He roared loudly in pain. His eyes had turned yellow but now had turned back to its default Black colour.
This was something that almost made Miller feel nauseous.
SPLAT!
SPLAT!
Many of his blood poured out like a river. If it was a normal human, they might not have a chance to live after doing such act. But Alexander Reynolds wasn't a human, he was a Werewolf.
The pain inflicted on his body through that large cut was so immense and overwhelming that it had caused his yellow eyes to revert back to black, and his claws and fangs had also returned to their original state.
Alexander fell backward onto the floor as he gasped for air. The pain really was overwhelming, but it had benefited him. He just needed some time to heal. But there was still another problem. Werewolves heal faster during the full moon.
Benjamin Carter, on the other hand, looked fine. Although his claws were now out, no fur or fangs could be seen. This was a sign he was a 'Naturally Born Wolf' and thus stronger than the rest.
"Miller, now!" Victor shouted at Miller with a great fear in his voice because Sophie had completely turned into a ferocious werewolf.
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