The main protagonist of Evan's "visions" was a guy called Christian Wolfie.
The very embodiment of perfection in the human world, Christian was admired by many for his stunning looks, winning personality, and incredible athletic prowess. But beneath the surface, there was a hidden truth that he kept concealed from the rest of the world. Christian was a werewolf and the alpha of his pack.
As the alpha, Christian had a multitude of responsibilities that weighed heavily on him. He had to ensure the safety and well-being of his pack while also keeping them hidden from the rest of the world. It was a balancing act that required him to be vigilant at all times, especially during the full moon when his transformation was at its strongest.
Despite the immense pressure of his position, Christian's heart was kind and compassionate.
He even went against the teachings of his uncle, who believed that outcasts were not to be helped, and instead, he befriended and protected an outcast from his pack, who was mercilessly bullied for her appearance.
Emily was born prematurely and, as a result, had a weak wolf and poor self-regeneration abilities. She was bullied relentlessly for her physical features but seeing her getting punched and knocked to the ground, Christian's protective instincts kicked in, and he wiped the ground with her bullies with the strength and majesty of a knight. From that day forward, no one dared to cross her path for fear of incurring young Christian's wrath. No one wanted to get on the bad side of a muscular stud whose punches hit harder than a bolt out of the sky.
As a kid, he always felt disgusted whenever he saw a group of grown-ass men picking up on a single person who looked like someone that couldn't fight back. After growing up and becoming a teen, that feeling intensified, but now he had the strength to do something about it and thankfully, he did.
Emily was so thankful that she offered to work as his Beta. Christan obviously declined her.
Betas were the closest confidant of an Alpha. That was a good way to put it when in actuality, Betas were slaves to an Alpha.
He didn't want her as his slave. He saved her because he wanted to, not because he was looking for benefits.
Christan's life was a constant struggle, a delicate balancing act between his human and werewolf identities. As the moon waxed and waned, he had to keep his inner wolf in check, lest it consumed him.
Every full moon was a test of his willpower and control, but it wasn't just about keeping himself in check. Christan was also responsible for the safety of his pack and the humans around them. He couldn't afford to lose control, not even for a moment, and he had to be on the lookout on every full moon night to subdue the member of his packs that lost control. The stakes were too high, and the consequences of failing were too dire.
And then there were the rival packs, always on the prowl, looking for a chance to strike. The war between packs was an ancient tradition, a bloody conflict that had raged for centuries. It wasn't just a matter of pride or territory but of survival. The strongest packs would survive, while the weaker ones would be consumed and forgotten.
Christan knew the dangers all too well. He had seen the aftermath of these battles, the carnage, and destruction left in their wake, but he was also a warrior, a protector of his pack and its traditions. He couldn't back down from a fight, not when the honor of his pack and the lives of his loved ones was on the line.
Luckily, there was one thing that kept absolute chaos at bay: the council. They were the guardians of the werewolf community, the keepers of their secrets, and the enforcers of their laws.
Thanks to their protection, Christan and his fellow werewolves could fight against the enemy packs without fear of being exposed to the world.
And thanks to the many laws they enforced, packs couldn't wage war without the permission of the council.
Christan had led his pack to victory in numerous wars, growing their territory and establishing himself as a hero among his kind. He was respected and revered by all.
His father passed on his position to him without any regrets on his 18th birthday.
Even after accomplishing so much at a young age, he never let arrogance cloud his mind. He never lost sight of his true values. He believed in freedom for all and refused to enslave anyone, even his closest confidants, the betas.
For 18 years, Christian had managed to keep his supernatural identity concealed from humans.
His life was going well until the night his pack was met with a calamity.