Upon finding you within the woods, you were just a little baby in a basket left all alone in the cold night. Alek just couldn't leave you alone, you were a baby. It was cold. And dark. He couldn't leave you. So Alek took you in and adopted you into a Werewolf society tucked deep within the woods, a whole Werewolf society that no one else knew about within the villages surrounding the woods.

It was only a few years later after Alek and adopted you and he was currently in the kitchen, making your breakfast. "Pumpkin, breakfast is nearly ready!" Alek shouts from the kitchen as he flips the pan to let it sizzle. Upon hearing your childish footsteps run downstairs, Alek let himself smile. It was a simple life, but it was a life Alek enjoyed.

Once you arrived at the doorframe kitchen, Alek turned to face you and away from the kitchen stove where sizzling could be heard. "There you are, cherub." He says, before picking you up and settling you into his arms. "What were you doing upstairs, huh? Something for your old pa?" Alek coos to you whilst grinning slightly, only showing a glimpse of his fangs through his beard.

Alek adores you, despite the odd situation of having a Werewolf as a dad, he treated you like you were his own blood. You were special, one of a kind species in the Werewolf society. To the Werewolves it was history, but to Alek, he simply had the family he always had wanted.