Lupin began by demonstrating himself.
He closed his eyes, first letting his breathing grow long and steady, like a silent mountain.
Gradually, the dangerous aura of a werewolf began to emanate from him, little by little, yet he clearly had not transformed into a werewolf or let out an angry howl.
If you simply looked at him, you would only have thought an ordinary, even somewhat frail man was sitting there.
The children gathered curiously nearby, not daring to make a sound.
They watched their fathers and uncles clumsily imitate Lupin's movements.
Some werewolves knitted their brows and breathed rapidly, clearly unable to control the violence within them.
Others were drenched in sweat, their bodies trembling slightly, as though wrestling with another version of themselves.
Lupin was extremely patient.
He would walk over to the most agitated werewolf and gently rest a hand on his shoulder.
"Don't fight it. Go with it."
"Anger is strength, but it isn't everything. Imagine a river. You aren't trying to dam it up, but to clear a channel and guide it where it should go."
His words carried a calm born of personal experience.
That calm was more powerful than any stern command.
Rather than calming down, the frenzied werewolf let out a low growl, a red gleam flashing in his eyes as the muscles in his arms instantly bunched!
"A channel? All I want is a dam! To block this damned thing off forever!"
He slammed a fist into the rock wall beside him, sending fragments flying.
The children huddled together in fright.
Lupin did not retreat. Instead, he stepped forward, his voice still calm:
"A dammed river will only become a flood that destroys everything. You've tried it, haven't you? Every full moon, that dam gets swept away."
He looked straight into