Chapter 10: All Alone… Almost
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Oz laid down on his bed and stared at the ceiling. For a while he just let his thoughts wander through his mind not really concentrating on anything. However one thought caught his attention. 'Doors'
The werewolf began checking his mental shielding. His mental shields kept his wolf in check and made it possible for him to ignore the call of the moon when he was on a planet. But it was more than that. Oz had spent more then thirty years in Tibet working with his wolf.
He could connect with his wolf and communicate in a sort of way. They couldn't carry on conversions or anything. But the wolf, Oz called him Fenir, could see through his eyes and comment on Oz's life. It was never more than a growl of danger, howl of attraction, or a bark of possible pack. But because of Fenir, Oz's senses had all become as sharp as a wolf's.
The beads Oz wore now had been acquired after the incident with the Initiative. The beads were not so much for mediation as for protection for everyone around him. The beads that were wrapped around his wrists and neck made it literally impossible for him to change.
He had had a version of them when he went to see Willow but they only worked when he stayed calm. Willow had helped him make the ones he wore now. He only ever took them off when he was in an isolated part of a planet and wanted to let Fenir have some fun.
Oz snorted slightly at that. 'Pick a planet any planet'
It was about twenty-five years after the incident that he realized something was different about him. He was forty-seven years old and still looked like a twenty some year old punk kid. He had gone to his favorite witch to see what was wrong with him. Willow had matured so much after the fall of Sunnydale and Oz saw her every couple of years or so. She looked into his aura and had fainted. When she had woken up she insisted that he go to a Lorne, a demon Angel knew.
Oz had to sing for Lorne. The green skinned demon had been shocked by what he had seen. Because of what Oz had done with his wolf, something had happened to him. Nobody was ever able to figure out exactly how it happened or how to reverse it.
Oz couldn't age, at all. He could be hurt, get sick, and most definitely get killed. Though they didn't test that possibility and Oz didn't plan to either.
Happy that his mental shields were all well and functioning, he had one more concentrated thought before back to thinking of nothing. 'I hope dinner's ready soon.'
Fenir gave a yip of agreement.