He was quite unusual. The power he held was truly remarkable. He thought that he was boring, nerdy, weak, human. But he was so much more than that. The blonde girl that was brutally murdered was right. He was Batman. It's tragic that she didn't make it. But her death had to happen. Her death was just another event in the endless cycle of life. The poor wolf man must be feeling so guilty right now, with both the blonde and her other pack mate dying, it must be tragic for him. But I'm not in charge of the wolf man, just like I am not in charge of the to young wolves whose lives were taken. No, I am in charge of someone much greater, someone stronger and more powerful than anyone knows. I look after a young, seemingly weak, human who does not know what fate has in store for him. But soon. Soon I can show myself to him and start integrating myself into his life, helping him control the commanding power he will grow into and aid him in becoming the formidable individual he is.