The training area in the VIP dorms buzzed with activity. The team had been preparing for the military tournament for weeks, but something was different today. There was a palpable tension in the air, and it wasn't just the tournament hanging over them. Max had been struggling with his new werewolf form, the power that Adam had gifted him when he was on the brink of death. Though the transformation had saved him, it had also brought forth a new set of challenges, and the time to gain control was quickly running out.
Max stood in the center of the training room, fists clenched, his brows furrowed in concentration. His plasma ability flickered and sparked around him, but his thoughts were elsewhere—on the primal force inside of him that he was still learning to control.
Tyler leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching him. "You know, man, you've got to stop overthinking this. It's like you're trying to box yourself in."
Max shot him a frustrated look. "It's not that simple. This thing inside me—this werewolf—it's like... it takes over. If I don't figure out how to control it, I'll hurt someone. I could hurt you."
Tyler grinned. "Yeah, well, I'm not too worried. You couldn't hurt me even if you tried."
Elizabeth, who had been crafting ice sculptures nearby, chimed in. "But Max's right. Losing control could have serious consequences, and we can't afford that, especially with the tournament coming up."
Max sighed deeply and glanced at Adam, who was leaning against the doorway, watching quietly. Adam had been the one to give him this demon subclass, and now he had to help him master it.
"I don't know if I can do it," Max admitted. "It feels like something else is inside me. I'm scared of what could happen if I lose control."
Adam stepped forward, his expression softening. "Max, you're not alone in this. Remember, I'm the one who gave you this ability. I know it's overwhelming, but we're going to work through it together. You're stronger than you think."
Max gave a short nod, still unsure. "But what if I hurt someone when I change? What if I can't control it?"
Adam placed a hand on his shoulder, his voice firm but reassuring. "You won't. You have the power to control it, Max. I'll help you learn how. But you have to trust yourself."
Tyler pushed off the wall, a mischievous smile spreading across his face. "And, hey, maybe we'll have a little fun along the way. You know, learn to control it by having a few sparring sessions. Maybe I can take you on a run."
Max managed a small chuckle, but it didn't quite reach his eyes. "Fun? You really think I'll be in the mood for that if I go full werewolf?"
Shawn, who had been silently listening from the back of the room, stood up and approached. "Look, I get it. It's scary. But you've got the support of all of us. We've been through crazier things, right? This is no different."
Max took a deep breath, his mind still racing. "I hope you're right. I just... I need to do this before the tournament. We can't afford to have me lose control in front of the military."
Adam nodded, giving him a determined look. "Then let's start. No more waiting. We'll work through this, step by step."
For the next few hours, Max practiced transforming, trying to tap into his werewolf abilities without letting the transformation overtake him. Adam guided him through the process, helping him find his center.
"Focus, Max," Adam said, his tone calm but insistent. "Let the power build slowly. Don't force it. Feel it out. If you let the rage take over, you'll lose control."
Max closed his eyes and concentrated, trying to suppress the wave of anger that had been bubbling up inside him. He could feel the power of the werewolf rising, but he kept it contained. Slowly, his muscles began to shift, his body tingling with the surge of energy. His claws started to elongate, but he quickly clenched his fists again, stopping the transformation before it could fully take over.
"I felt it," Max said, his voice shaking slightly. "I felt the change, but I stopped it."
Adam smiled, nodding. "That's good. You're doing well. The key is to stop it before it controls you. Control the change, not the other way around."
Tyler, who had been observing from the sidelines, couldn't resist. "You're looking pretty beastly, Max. I'd hate to be your opponent in the tournament."
Max couldn't help but smirk. "Yeah, well, I don't think I'll be letting that form loose in the middle of a match. I'll be more of a liability than an asset."
Elizabeth stepped forward, her icy blue eyes narrowing with determination. "We all have our limits. But you're not alone in this. We're all working on getting stronger together. We'll cover for you if anything goes wrong."
Max took a deep breath and nodded, his expression hardening with resolve. "Alright. Let's keep going."
Over the next few weeks, Max's progress was slow but steady. He'd made great strides in controlling his transformation, but it wasn't perfect. Every time he changed, it felt like the werewolf side of him was waiting for an excuse to take over. Still, with Adam's guidance, Max became more confident in his ability to keep the beast inside him at bay.
One evening, after a particularly difficult training session, Max sat alone in the corner of the training area, his head in his hands. The weight of everything—the tournament, his new form, the fear of losing control—it was becoming too much.
"Hey," Adam said, sitting next to him. "You're doing great, you know. You've come a long way in a short amount of time."
Max shook his head. "It's not enough. What if it's not enough when we get to the tournament? What if I let everyone down?"
Adam placed a hand on his shoulder. "Max, look at me. You've been through hell and back. You're stronger than you know. We're not asking you to be perfect. We're asking you to give your best, and that's all you can do."
Max looked up, meeting Adam's eyes. He could see the sincerity in his friend's gaze. "Thanks, Adam. I don't know what I'd do without you."
Adam grinned. "You'd probably still be alive, but we'd all be in a hell of a lot more trouble."
Max chuckled softly, the tension in his shoulders easing. "Alright. I'm ready to keep going."
The team continued their preparations for the tournament. Elizabeth worked on enhancing her ice powers, Tyler honed his light-based abilities, and Adam focused on improving his demon transformations. Max, however, kept his primary focus on his plasma ability but also not forgetting his werewolf abilities. Every day, he pushed himself a little harder, striving to perfect his control.
As the tournament drew closer, the stakes couldn't have been higher. The military's eyes were on them, and Max's fear of losing control was becoming harder to ignore. But with his friends by his side and Adam's guidance, he was beginning to believe in himself again.
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