Yaminoyosei

Astor was the first son of the HighFangs’ Alpha, a young man who was supposed to be the next leader of the pack if fate had not decided to laugh at him
On the tragic day he was born, he brought a curse with him, that’s what everyone told him, and that’s why everyone hated him. Growing up he had never felt happiness. The abuse and loneliness made him hate his pack, his own people, but a promise to his mother kept him chained there, unable to be free.
“My poor Astor, please help your brother become a good leader. My lovely child, forgive me” she had pleaded before she left him. He would always do as he was told, stay silent, and obey trying to not lose the last bit of family he had, the little purpose in his life until even his own family betrayed him. The brother he had tried so hard to support had thrown him away, leaving him in a place he did not know with a man that scared him, hovering over him like a deadly beast. 

“I must truly be cursed.” He had cried, wishing for his life to end. 
“You? Cursed? How can someone as beautiful as you be cursed?” the man told him and from that moment on his whole life changed.

Stolen By The Moon

Astor had found a little haven in the training room. It was the place he felt the most comfortable, maybe because his sweat had soaked the mattresses there many times or maybe because he had wiped his blood from the floor again and again, this place felt as if it had a part of himself in it.

He liked the wide windows and the scent of an intense workout, he liked to hear himself pant as he practiced and he found himself getting stronger and stronger. The werewolf had never been rewarded for anything in his life and this place seemed to be the one handing him the most recognition.

Here he bonded with Nash as they clashed swords, here he laughed with Niss every time he would slip and land on his face during an exercise. Every little moment, every day, rainy or sunny, was better if he knew he was going to end up here.

A Little Home