a man who's pure of heart and says his prayers by night

My younger siblings, Nico and Tal, were taken by the wolves who killed our father. I wasn't home at the time, and when I came back and found his body, I blamed myself. Not that I could have done anything, but I was young, hot tempered, and arrogant. If I hadn't argued with my father that morning, I might have fought--and died--beside him. When I heard that the pack who took my siblings used to forced the children they kidnapped to fight each other to the death in order to ensure the strength and purity of the pack, I vowed to exterminate the pack, even if it was the last thing I did. Even if it meant becoming the thing I feared the most. Little did I know, but around that same time as my siblings were taken, there was a shift in the leadership of the pack. The Alpha was challenged and killed by one of his lieutenants, who then turned all the children into werewolves, increasing both the size and strength of the pack. I found my siblings alive, and recanted my oath, pledging instead to help them tame their curse, as I had tamed mine, or to help them find a cure.