Name- Alistair Amaranchi (Al for short) Werewolf name- Zero (he and the wolf agreed to just have everyone call them Alistair) Age- 20 Gender- male Sexual preference- straight Rank- born a beta but the alpha of his small pack of rouges
Human appearance- in media
Wolf appearance- in media
Backstory- After seeing his sister suddenly change into a wolf it's pretty fair to say that Al's life really wasn't the same after that. No one believed him when he'd tell them what had happened and he was eventually ignored by those around him. He became angry, but mostly desperate for answers, and so he began his research on wolves. Then he learned of a creature called a werewolf. He began to lose himself in werewolf lore, becoming obsessed in his desperate scramble to truly make sense of what had happened the night his sister disappeared. Just when he'd finally given up, his world was once again flipped upside down; he shifted. Due to all the reading he'd done he knew what was happening but he didn't stop it; he mastered it. Then that same night, two and a half years after his sisters disappearance, Alistair too fled into the nearby forest; never to return. On his travels to find his sister he taught himself how to hunt to survive and how to track. He was alone in this new world, but he was doing ok. After maybe two or three months of wandering he came across two rogue wolves; one male and one female siblings. Gael and Levane. The trio banded together and continued Alistairs search for his long lost sister
Weapons or powers- none
Other- he actually knows who Cecilys and his father is
His first changing- Alistair groaned as pain unlike anything he'd felt before struck him, rolling around his body in waves. He felt as though something inside him was growing; it must be the changing.
He must be a werewolf too!
He smiled faintly before gasping as yet another increasingly painful wave hit him, this time strong enough to force him onto his knees. Then his bones started to move.
He screamed and clutched at his head as his bones broke and then reformed, a nightmarish process that could kill those who were not strong enough to withstand it.
He clenched his jaw tight and sweat beaded and trailed down from his forehead as he cried out again and again. He felt sick to his stomach and his throats was hoarse now from his screams.
He felt like he was falling, the blackness waiting to take him in its unconscious embrace. However as he fell he saw two flaming sapphire eyes staring down at him, something calling to him.
He tried to speak but it cause him too much pain. The thing staring at him seemed to understand and at last it spoke
"Zero".
And then one final wave of pain, more excruciating than all combined crushed him. He writhed in pain however now it wasn't in his human form that he writhed in. And his cries of pain were no longer the screams of humans but the howl of a wolf
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