Word Count: chapter: 300||story: 4,200||Chapter Count: 14/26
Zedd strolled into the area he'd defined with his magic: what his wolf would likely think of as 'his' territory.
He would soon learn the hard way that everything here belonged to Lord Zedd, and that included the wolf himself. Zedd rather anticipated training the beast to his hand once and for all.
I'll set him on the Power Rangers. He'll hunt them all down and shred them all!
It would be more fascinating if the spell could work on all of them, to transform them into their inner beast. Doing that would take more effort than he wished to put in, not when he'd already managed to take one of them. And the wolf, no less, one of the deadliest creatures on this miserable mudball.
Though sparing Tommy Oliver in order to keep him as a trained falcon would be delicious as well. He would consider that. He'd never looked well at traitors.
But first and foremost, he had a wolf to tame, and the sooner the better. He stalked closer to the wolf's den and stood outside of it for those last few moments before the sun rose and the wolf began to stir within.
The wind blew in the wrong direction for his future pet to realize he was there before emerging. At this hour, the sun wasn't high enough to give him away, either, not until the wolf stepped out and froze at once, a ferocious growl building in his throat.
Lord Zedd laughed. "Do you remember me, Blue Ranger? Or do you think you were born a wolf yet?" He raised his staff and pointed it at the creature. "That's the risk, you may recall. Another day in this form and you'll forget every bit of being human. Not even Zordon can save you then!"
To Be Continued
Notes: Is Zedd telling the truth? Actually: yes.