(I'm so sorry for the very late update…some things…have happened in my family that's caused us all to be in a wreck. But I wanted/needed to get back to my stories. And I really wanted to get back to this one. Oh, and I had to change one thing about Ulva, sorry. Hope you all enjoy it.)

: Honestly I'll end up rewriting the whole series from scratch at the end of the saga to align more with the show and to fix the mistakes I've made as best I can. But as for your question, sorry, wait and see.

Death Fury: Thanks.

Chapter 28: Blessings Given

(Unknown location, a few days later)

Drew grunted and barked as he played in wolf form with some of the younger werewolves, children of some of the original pack. He found himself on his back more than once, their power and strength incredible yet he somehow managed to go toe to toe with them. He could only imagine how powerful Ulva was in wolf form, having seen her best Superman so easily and prove more than a match for Wonder Woman.

Speaking of her, she approached them and knelt down, smiling.

"Enjoying yourself?"

"I never really got to play much in any of my animal forms."

"Well, part of being a pack is bonding as one. Wolves like to wrestle."

Drew chuckled at this as he pulled himself up, tail wagging.

"So what have you in mind for me today?"

Ulva motioned for him to follow. He transformed back to human form, as did those who he'd played with. The men appeared in their 20s while the women appeared in their 40s. Drew looked around, seeing everyone here reflecting this. Ulva chuckled at this.

"You're wondering about our appearances?"

"I-I didn't mean to stare."

"It's ok. Our immortality is based upon our genders' primes. Men are at their prime in their youth and we women are at our prime in middle age."

Drew scratched his chin.

"Curious."

"I'm not sure if you're immortal, given that some of our blood is yours."

"I never expected to live forever."

Ulva laughed.

"Immortality doesn't mean invincibility. While we're very difficult to hurt…we lost many of us in the Middle Ages."

"Silver?"

"Aye…a damn curse that affected the younger generations, cast by a group of 'holy men' using a sample of our blood and some of other supernatural folk that are our allies."

"Wait, so you're immune?"

Ulva nodded.

"Those of the first several generations aren't harmed by silver. But it hasn't stopped 'hunters' from trying to use it against us…and it was their last mistake."

"I haven't encountered any of these people."

"You will…humans who think they're superior to us, folk who they can hardly understand. You are lucky, they are very committed to their goal…and I don't know if you're immune to silver. Though you're not fully of our blood, it's difficult to say how strong the effect would be. Be wary, we can sense silver on the waxing phases."

Drew nodded at this.

"So silver is the species' only weakness?"

"Main, but not only. Wolfsbane is poisonous, but only in certain amounts. Fire can burn us, but only if it's a large fire and a significant amount of time. We can drown, but you can imagine how difficult it is to drown us. We also have to breathe air, though we can slow our breathing down and hold our breath. And a considerable amount of electricity hurts as well. We're living beings, immortal…not invincible."

Drew scratched his chin.

"So what can you teach me?"

"Our style of combat we've developed. Your ability to shift to, say a hybrid form between beast and human. And languages, when you've lived as long as we have, you pick them up and don't forget them."

"They didn't really teach me much."

"I know. You were too dangerous in their eyes. Learning any all known Earth languages, customs, and traditions would have made you more so in their eyes. As for the shifting that comes with the lunar phases though in time or in hardship, the hybrid form is say unlocked. And the waning lunar phases will always have an effect on you, making you weaker…but I sense your ability. I know your potential as a therianthrope is there."

"Thank you."

Ulva chuckled.

"You're excited, that's good. But we only have a limited time. Apokolips is coming…and your training will be hard."

"That's something I'm afraid I'm used to."

Ulva nodded.

"Yes, ninjutsu…you learned the most lethal form of martial arts humanity molded or got help with molding."

"Yes, it was gifts from immortals of another kind from what I was told."

"Where did you go? The machine sucked you in and…you came back not just a beast, but a warrior as well."

"The ones who taught me…they helped me…became…became my family."

Ulva gave a half hearted smile.

"Must've been hard…leaving them."

"It was…I hope to see them again one day…but I have my doubts…"

She placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Only time will tell…but for now…come, let's get those gauntlets and boots of yours a…little upgrade."

Drew raised an eyebrow at this.

They walked to her cabin and he waited outside. Ulva walked out with a bone staff nearly as tall as her painted with markings alien to Drew. Something told Drew the bones were ancient yet looked as pristine as new ones. At the top of the staff is the skull of a great wolf.

"What is this?"

"My staff. It had been passed down through my people's ancestry from one mystic and healer to the next. It is with this very staff that helped us connect to the Great Spirit and gift us our power, her blessing."

Drew's eyes widened.

"Whoa."

Ulva chuckled.

His gaze shifted, the bone staff had drawn so much of his attention he hadn't seen the cup filled with some dark material in it.

"What's that?"

"What will help give your armor and weapons blessings. Charcoal and ash. Come."

They walked to a pond a little bit of a distance from the grounds. Both knelt by the water as Drew handed the gauntlets and sabatons gifted to him to Ulva.

"This ceremony is to give your armor and weapons the blessings you need."

"How many times have you done this?"

"Many. Our people do not just use our fangs and claws. We have taken many weapons over our lives into use. These runes will give you the blessings of a true warrior. They will protect you from harm and strike down those who would do evil…but not harm those truly undeserving."

"Thank you."

The matriarch smiled. She dipped one hand into the cup as the other held her staff. Ulva chanted in a calm voice as she placed the charcoal and ash from the cup onto the metal then put her hand into the water. She began to paint runes onto the gauntlets. Drew's eyes widened as the runes glowed after she finished each one.

"It's done."

"C-Can you teach me that?"

Ulva smiled.

"You will, after you learn our language. Now that you've got your blessed armor and weapons, it's time for your other lessons to begin."

Drew nodded.

To be continued…

(Again, so sorry for the late update and if it's kinda short. A lot of things are going on, sorry.)