Aristaeus

His pack - it was ruthless. They tortured and killed so effortlessly, it made Aristaeus sick. From the moment he could walk and explore the world it was clear that he was different than the rest of the pack. His father always told him with disgust that he took after his mother, who he dubbed weak and gullible. She was no longer in the pack, having left much like Aristaeus himself had longed to do. Unfortunately, he was trapped there, being beaten into submission and threatened into staying. 

Finally he worked up the courage to leave. Under the cover of night, he slipped out of camp. The guards heard him though, and they chased him through the forest. The two males were much faster than Aristaeus and managed to catch him. He clawed at their eyes, blinding one of them and getting away. 

He ran and ran, not stopping until the rays of the sun swept through the trees. The sun, it felt warmer and more welcoming than it ever did in his old pack. 

There were no other wolves in the forest, and Aristaeus enjoyed a few weeks in solitude before he saw another wolf again. 

It was a female, bruised and bloodied. He immediately approached her, offering to help. Her name was Artemis. As he slowly nursed her back to health they grew close, and Aristaeus realized he had feelings for her. The two of them became mates and started their pack, with Artemis at the head and Aristaeus beside her. He vowed to always show kindness to his packmates, using his former pack as a learning experience.

Writen by Azkaban #6225