Summary: M-21's still getting used to his powers.

Written for anon's prompt, 'AU where everyone except M-21 is a werewolf.'

Post-AU!season 2.

Yeah, I didn't bother trying to go for three sentences. *snerk*

Twist

By Dark Ice Dragon

M-21 breathed, leaning his forearms on the balcony railing, listening to the wind whistling through the air. Other than that, it was relatively quiet, cars moving a familiar background noise.

Recognition.

Curiosity.

Amuse-

Shit, that wasn't him. M-21 straightened and turned around, seeing Seira approach him.

"Sorry," he said, grimacing, twisting the ring on his finger, trying to clamp down on his control.

Seira chuckled, smiling. "It's all right; I don't mind."

He let it go, dropping his hands as he looked away. "Tch. You have to if you're living with me."

Amusement again and fuck, he was never going to get used to feeling flashes of other people's emotions. Hell, he wasn't used to feeling flashes of his own emotions.

"If it bothered us, we would have left," Seira said. "And you know how we feel about it."

M-21 sighed, leaning back on the railing. That was true. Seira and Regis could have gone back to Lukedonia if they wanted, and Takeo and Tao didn't have to accept his request for them to stay at the house.

Seira lifted her head, sniffing. "The houseowner has finished dinner."

"Ah, okay." M-21 nodded. "I'll be down in a minute."

She nudged him with her mind, making sure he knew she was fine with his power and then left, her hair fluttering behind her.

When she was gone, he started fiddling with the ring Frankenstein had given him again. Frankenstein had warned him about using too much power in a fight because his body was still unstable but… M-21 pursed his lips. The ring was supposed to help, and it did – ever since he'd started wearing it, he wasn't dipping in and out of people's heads as much, but the problem was he wasn't strong enough with it when he needed to be.

In the last fight, he'd tried to use everything against Shark but Shark was still stronger than him, no matter what he did. Not that that was surprising. He'd had to rip the ring off to gain more time and…

M-21 sighed, closing his eyes.

Frankenstein was more knowledgeable than the Union databases – he'd proved that by knowing what had been done to him without seeing his previous data. Maybe Frankenstein would be able to tell him why his shoulder blades itched whenever he started drawing on too much power.

M-21 opened his eyes, pushing himself away from the railing. He'd ask after dinner.

Werewolf!Seira is so much like canon!Tao, haaaaa.