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

<p>The scene evolved a lot faster than what Astor could process. The two werewolves in front of him were skilled and strong, both fuming with anger. Ren was the one who drew the first punch, his fist landing right in the middle of Nash's face, breaking his nose. Blood started to drip from his nostrils as his head fell back. </p>

<p>The blond werewolf grabbed Ren's arm, the one he used to hold him and keep in place. His claws appeared, diving into his tan skin, making him let go of him, pushing Nash back so he would be able to release himself. He left a huge claw mark on him, blood oozing from the wound. </p>

A New Alliance