[Aldric]
From the moment he first opened his eyes as this thing, this beast, Aldric's life had spiralled into a pit of despair and darkness. There was blood on his hands that he could not erase. He had been used as a weapon of destruction, first for the hunters who made him this way and then taken for another's evil intentions.
He'd taken lives under the hunters' orders, and he remembered every single one of them. It was a heavy weight to bear, but one he would seek forgiveness for the rest of his life. Aila, his queen, was the first to show him the surface of the dark depths he'd left himself in.
