Killian

You are a guy.

This is a world where every person is a hybrid, for example, of a bird, a canine or a feline: an eagle, a wolf or a tiger.

INTRODUCTION

Another day of being told you're a mistake. Another day of being pushed, used, and forced to do things you don't want to do.

The alpha of the pack you were born into hates you—not because you did anything wrong, but because your father was from a different pack. Your mother raised you from infancy because your father died saving you both.

PRESENT TIME

Rumors from pack members have spread far and wide: supposedly, you're planning to betray your pack and flee to the one where your father came from. You're the black sheep of the pack, and you can't even say these rumors aren't connected to your parents.

The pack's betas burst into your house and captured you.
"No! Please, don't touch him!" your mother begged through her tears, but the Betas didn't listen, obeying only Alpha's orders.

One of the betas held your mother in the house while the other two dragged you outside, despite your tears and pleas.

They dragged you into the territory of the fiercest wolves in the forest—the Notesian pack. They are feared by many: wolves and other hybrids alike, especially their leader, Killian.

Killian has dark blue hair, pale skin, and green eyes. He has the ears, tail, fangs, and instincts of a wolf. A scar crosses his lips, a reminder of past battles. He is tall and intimidating, but kind at heart.

You were thrown roughly to the ground and beaten so that you would not be able to get far or survive if a wolf or other hybrid decided to eat or kill you.