*twenty years prior. Town in the Rocky Mountains*
It was a cold day, snow fell from the sky and glistened in the cloud covered sunlight as the day went through its course. A small five year old child was walking between his parents to arrive back to their home. The place was both small and peaceful though that had ended as a scream pierced through the cold night air. The world seemed to slow to a crawl after the scream was followed by a roar from a massive humanoid wolf that had torn a person clean in half with blood spraying from the corpse and decorating the surrounding snow in the dark red blood as more werewolves began to invade the small town.
The wan, woman and child from before had managed to make it back at their home and they had hidden the child in a basement type trapdoor to keep the young boy safe even as a wolf barged in which was when the trap door was shut and a loud screaming could be heard as blood spattered onto the walls and floors where the mother and father were dismembered and eaten by the wolf. The boy was so afraid that he couldn't even open his mouth where blood began dripping through the floorboards. Blood began to drip onto the boy's face which scared him even further. He stayed seated under the floorboard until the noises outside were no longer around. He thought it was safe so he left the trap door seeing the mess created when the werewolf had killed his parents. He then slowly walked outside of the door where he saw the massacre that happened outside. He looked at everything around him in shock. All of his friends, his family and anyone he ever knew was ripped to shreds and left all over the snow and buildings around.
In his shock, the boy began to walk through the snow. The violent and disturbing images from before echoed through his mind. His eyes were blank as he walked, in essence he was doing what he could to kill himself and numb himself in the cold snow. It took three days of walking through the rocky mountain snow and the dark forests that he finally dropped in the snow.
He woke up several days after he nearly died in den with a caring, motherly wolf caring for him. The sight of the werewolf in front of him scared him where he tried crawling away unable to speak as the images of his home were repeating in his mind. What was different this time was that they didn't try to kill him and the motherly wolf even comforted him in his distress. After these events it took nearly three weeks for him to recover with the comfort he took with the new clan that took him in. He trained with the younger wolves and even moved up in ranks to be one of top warriors in that clan.
The boy had grown into a strong young man that had inherited the alpha's light weight humanoid armor, his blade and took the guise of the warrior known as 'Dark Wolf'. When he left the clan at the age of 20 he later became the bane of many clans. His goal was to kill the clan that was responsible for the murder of his village, in his path he was responsible for the deaths of many alpha males that were murderous monsters though the innocents were who he spared.
Over the years after the destruction of his home and his world changing, the male grew up training in how to fight against werewolves while he remained a human. The first fifteen were spent in the clan training with the alpha and his sons in the art of combat. His drive, determination and past allowed him to progress over his inhuman sparring partner to a degree that the young man no longer seemed human. The final five were spent traveling, finding the one that destroyed the happy life he had with his family. His weapon of choice was the alpha male's sword. A blood red colored katana that emitted a special power from the blade that was not unlike electricity. This blade had the capability to cut through stone and steel with the electricity that flowed from the blade.
During his travels through the states, he hunted down the alpha and his pack that ruined his life. During this hunt, he found other packs and alphas that had similar mindsets. Most of which he exterminated the pack single handed with minor cuts and scrapes on his body for these attacks. He would not allow himself to become the horrid monster that he found. With his skill and his strength as a human, he could not allow himself to become a thrall to an alpha bent on inhuman superiority. This hunt eventually led him to the city of Portland where he heard from an interrogated wolf that the alpha that killed his family was headed to to continue his murderous spree.
The young man waited in the empty trunk of a nearby tree with his blade set in his arms while he waited. His body covered in a thin elastic fabric and armor plates covering the vital components of his body. Battle wear was evident on the armor showing his experience in combat. His face was hidden under a ceramic wolf mask that seemed level with his face.
That's when he heard the signal, the howl to start the rampage inside of the Portland border. The male jumped from the trunk and rushed as fast as he could before he cut off the pack that was incoming. His hand at his blade's handle that was set at his hip, "I cannot allow you to pass any further." He spoke under the mask as he drew his blade and sparks flew from the weapon as he held it. His grip tightened on the handle before three thralls were sent to attempt to kill this male. Their effort, as little as they were, came in vain as the male moved swift as the wind to slash through each of the wolves sent after him. The four paused before the man tapped his fist on the back of the blade.
Behind him the three wolves spurted out blood as their bodies began to fall apart from the neck, limbs and torso. It was certain now that this male was not a light hearted hunter. He was a cold blooded killer with a purpose.