Ty looked over at the creature who was ripping through _his_ pack, not one of his wolves could do more than a scratch and it seemed immune to the change.
Ty's fangs were bared in a feral smile, such a creature would make a wonderful enforcer. Perhaps it was even a good thing that they couldn't infect it, it would be a lot of work to keep it in it's place and not trying to become alpha.
Yes, it will have to become the pack's slave, and perhaps a bed toy as well.
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Gildden threw off the last of the werewolves, now only one was left: The big one standing over there, holding Vanessa. Aaron mentally screamed as Gildden pushed his will aside, causing him to black out.
"Soon you will be out of the way," gloated Gildden, "and my mistress will have no opposition to her taking this realm."
"Mistress?" asked Ty as he dropped Vanessa's limp body, "you ceased to have a mistress the instant I decided you would make you a servant of the pack and its alpha."
"Don't make me laugh, I'm immune to the disease that has changed you, and I will never betray my mistress."
"You may be immune to the change," countered Ty as he gestured to the Draconian's hands and feet, "but that is not the only path open to me."
Gildden looked down in horror as his claws reformed into soft globes which were then drawn together. As his hands and feet were melded into a single ball, he fell to the ground essentially hogtied. He then felt his tail being pulled up until its tip melded into his back. With a gesture Ty caused the Draconian's armour to fall to pieces.
Meanwhile, Gildden struggled as he tried to escape. He couldn't polymorph, not that it was likely to work as whatever animal he became would likely also be bound as he was, same for shifting into a human form. Attempting to open a dimension door also failed. Finally he tried to dominate the creature that had done this to him, again failing.
"Are you done fighting yet?" asked Ty, "I didn't know what other powers you might have, so I just blocked all of them." Bending down he took Gildden by the beard, pulling his head up to look him in the eye. "If you accept your fate quickly enough, and swear yourself to me as my eternal servant, I'll even make you my beta and leave you most of your free will. But if you insist on resisting, then... I guess my pack will have a new enforcer and play toy. It's too bad that you don't have anything downstairs, but I can fix that."
Gildden steeled himself to resist and was surprised as the first feelings he felt was a rearranging of his groin and the growing of a wolven pelt across his back extending part way down his arms and the back of his legs. Then he felt changes pushing inexorably into his mind.
"This 'realm' is The Pack's, and all wolves must obey the Alpha. All who aren't wolves belong to The Pack, either as slaves or cattle. Are you a wolf, or a slave?"
A thought flashed through Gildden's mind and he answered:
[AUT NOTE: Draconians are genderless, male pronouns were used as a matter of convenience. The powers referred to are all canon.]