Scott took a deep breath, in his mind, the knowledge was there: his claws and teeth were his most basic weapons, but far from ordinary. They were capable of cutting through anything—wood, metal, stone—nothing was safe from their razor edge. They could rend through a variety of substances with ease, and he could use them to scale walls, moving with a speed and agility few could rival.
"Let's try this," Scott murmured, feeling his heart pick up with anticipation. He closed his eyes, focusing inward, reaching for that transformation. He felt a sharp tingle in his fingertips, and with a burst of willpower, his claws began to emerge. It didn't hurt, but it felt strange, like his body was adjusting to a natural, more dangerous state.
His eyes snapped open, and he grinned as he admired the sharp, black claws that extended from his fingers. They glistened in the light, as deadly as they were beautiful. Scott flexed his fingers, feeling the immense power they held.
"Sharp enough to tear through anything," he said softly, his voice tinged with awe. "I could tear through concrete with these."
His heart raced with the thrill of it. He had imagined this moment so many times—having these kinds of powers, testing their limits. And now, here he was, with abilities that far surpassed anything he could have dreamed. But he wasn't done yet. There were more powers to explore.
Scott went to the bathroom and glanced at his teeth in the mirror, willing them to shift, to reveal the dangerous fangs that now hid just beneath his gums. They responded instantly. His canines lengthened, sharpening into lethal weapons. He grinned, flashing his reflection a menacing smile.
'Claws and teeth,' he thought. 'The perfect tools of a predator.'
But his claws and teeth weren't just for tearing through his enemies or crawling along walls—they had another, more dangerous purpose. His bite and even his scratch could be infectious, turning others into werewolves like him. Scott raised his hand, staring at the sharp claws that could deliver that fate.
"I can turn people," he said, shaking his head in disbelief. "But…I can control it. I can choose when my bite is infectious."
The idea filled him with a mix of awe and responsibility. He had the power to create more werewolves, to bring others into this world, but he also had the control to stop it from happening accidentally. He wouldn't be like Peter Hale, using his bite recklessly. No, Scott would be careful, deliberate. His bite was a gift—one he would only give if he truly needed to.
Scott took a deep breath, calming the rush of excitement. He still had more powers to explore.
'Lie Detection'. His senses would be able to detect dishonesty, picking up on the smallest changes in a person's heartbeat, the most subtle shifts in their emotions. Scott's chest tightened at the thought of it. This was more than just a useful power—it was a weapon against deceit. No one would be able to lie to him. No more secrets, no more manipulation. He would always know the truth.
Then there was Empathy—the ability to sense others' emotions through touch. This was more than just understanding what people were feeling. It was seeing their true intentions, feeling their pain, their joy, their fear. It was a power that could grow stronger with time, becoming an essential tool in his arsenal.
And then there was Pain Transference—a power that stirred something deep inside him. Scott could absorb and alleviate the pain of others, taking their suffering into himself. It was an ability that was both selfless and terrifying. He could heal people, take away their agony, but at the cost of bearing that pain himself.
But what excited Scott the most was his Healing Factor. His body could regenerate at incredible speed, repairing even the most severe injuries in a matter of moments. He could heal from wounds that would kill an ordinary person, without so much as a scar to show for it. His healing was ten times faster than any ordinary werewolf's, making him nearly invincible in battle.
Scott glanced at his arm, imagining a cut or a bruise, and how quickly it would disappear. His enemies might try to hurt him, but they would fail—his body would heal faster than they could inflict damage.
And then there was Memory Transference—the ability to transfer memories by inserting his claws into someone's neck. Scott shivered at the thought. With this power, he could not only communicate mind-to-mind, but also manipulate memories, erase them if he needed to. This was more than just a weapon—it was a tool for control, a way to influence others in ways they couldn't even comprehend.
And finally, there was Telepathy. Scott's mind buzzed with the possibilities. He could communicate with his pack without speaking.
The thrill of his powers surged through him, making his pulse quicken. But as much as he was excited, he knew he had a long way to go. Knowing his powers wasn't the same as mastering them. He had to master these abilities, train his body and mind until they were second nature. he still had work to do.
"I've got the knowledge," Scott said, his voice firm, "but I must become proficient with these abilities."
With that, he glanced at the mirror again, focusing on his reflection. He could shift—he had the claws and the fangs—but that was only the beginning. He could feel the wolf inside him, waiting to be unleashed. But something held him back. He couldn't fully shift yet—he could feel it deep down, the primal power that wanted to break free, but it remained just out of reach.
"Maybe I need the full moon," Scott muttered to himself. He remembered how Scott McCall from the original timeline had struggled with his first shift, how it had taken the full moon to bring out the beast. Maybe this was the same.
But even so, Scott wasn't frustrated. He was excited. He would claim the wolf inside him, on his own terms.
"Alright, wolf," he said, his voice calm but resolute. "We'll do this your way…for now."