Full Moon--

The son of an Pack Leader-- Alexei was, for all intents and purposes, supposed to live up to the expectations of his father. The pressure was high as he grew and Alexei always knew that his actions were being watching by those around him. Only Alexei never could be the son his father wanted. He was smaller than many of the other wolves in the pack and was far more interested in learning about stars and history than he was about leading a pack.

   You couldn’t fake an interest in responsibility when you had none.

Alexei was forced to train to lead, his father choosing to toss away his “useless human books” and ensure that his son would be raised to lead. The man was always fond of physical punishment and harsh words that tore at the young man. Alexei began to rebel. Sneaking from the pack and into the human towns so that he could find something, anything, that would spark a passion in him. He found himself partying and experimenting with drugs. Anything to distract himself from the mounting pressure his father continued to heap on him.

   What Alexei had never expected to find was someone who would change everything for him. A human man that Alexei grew feelings for far too quickly. For once in the werewolf’s life, he felt like he belonged. The man became everything to Alexei. But life could never be so simple for the wolf and his father made that known.

    The lover was discovered and struck down by his father before Alexei had a chance to fight back. The anger that built within Alexei was something no one could have predicted. It boiled over until there was only one thing on his mind-- vengeance. The fight that ensued found Alexei barely escaping with his life but with his father struck down-- dead. By rights, the pack was his.

    Alexei walked away and never looked back.

   Living among humans was not terribly difficult for the other, though he quickly found himself falling victim to drugs and alcohol. Anything to escape his own mind and his past. Other wolves became nothing more than a means to keep him alive. A small pack of him and other wolves; wolves that were perhaps even more addicted and fucked up than him was the only thing that kept him alive. When the war broke out, the werewolf had no interest in fighting for his own species. As far as he was concerned, they were cruel heartless creatures who deserved to be struck down. The other supernaturals must only be the same. When the war was essentially lost, it would come as no surprise when he was brought in and branded a traitor.