The True Lineage

The night was dark in Beacon Hills, with only the light of the moon illuminating the landscape. In an old hospital, a woman struggled to give birth. Her name was Isolde, an alpha of ancient lineage, a direct descendant of Licaon, the first werewolf. Her skin shone with the power of her blood as she fought through the pain. Though she knew her child would have great potential, fate would not be kind to her. With one last scream, the cry of a baby broke the stillness of the night.

Isolde cradled her newborn son in her arms. With a weak smile, her eyes filled with tears. "You are special, my little one," she whispered. But the moment turned dark. Isolde fell back, her life extinguished the instant her son, a true werewolf of lineage, entered the world.

The life of an orphan had begun. The baby, named Elias, was entrusted to Talia Hale, who received the news with a heavy heart. She knew that Isolde had been her friend and that the child had a great destiny ahead. Talia embraced him with love, surrounding him with the warmth of her own pack, though inside her, the pain of Isolde's loss always weighed heavy.

From that moment, Elias grew in the Hale household, where every corner reminded him of the family that had been cast out from this world. The tragedy of his mother surrounded him, but Talia, with her maternal instinct, ensured the little one never felt the loneliness that fate promised him. Cora, his childhood friend and now adopted sister, was always by his side, laughing and playing in the large garden that surrounded the house.

As Elias grew, his abilities began to manifest. In his early years, he was just a boy like any other, laughing and running after Cora, but there was something more about him. When he felt excited or scared, his eyes would change to a bright golden color, and his strength seemed to surpass that of the other children. Talia quickly realized that Elias was not just an orphaned child; he was a true werewolf, a descendant of Licaon, with potential that promised to be formidable.

"You are special, Elias," Talia would often say as she guided him in understanding his nature. She taught him to control his transformation, explaining the difference between his normal werewolf form and the way he could turn into a white-furred wolf, a symbol of power and purity. "This power you carry within can be a gift or a burden. It will depend on you how you use it."

Years passed, and life in the Hale house was filled with laughter, but also shadows. The story of the Hale family was always present, remembered through the tales Talia shared with Elias and Cora. The massacre that had ended the family was a constant reminder that, despite their new home, danger always lurked.

Elias was not an ordinary boy, and deep inside, he had a profound sense of what he had lost. He often spent nights gazing at the moon, feeling an inexplicable connection to the universe, a call that seemed to whisper ancient secrets to him. He knew he needed to prepare for something great, but he did not yet fully understand what that meant.

One day, when Elias was ten years old, everything changed. While playing in the forest near his home, Cora found an ancient amulet that had belonged to her mother. "Look, Elias! It's beautiful!" she exclaimed, holding it in her hands. When Elias touched it, a wave of energy coursed through him, revealing fragments of memories that were not his. He saw visions of his mother, Isolde, battling shadows, immense power emanating from her being.

That was the day Elias understood that he was not just a special boy; he was the bearer of a legacy. With Talia's guidance and his own desire to uncover more about his history, Elias dedicated himself to training, learning about his lineage, and mastering his abilities. His friendship with Cora deepened, and their bond became stronger.

As he approached adolescence, Elias grew into a handsome young man. His dark hair framed a chiseled face, with golden eyes reflecting his heritage. Although he was aware of his attractiveness, what truly defined him was his kindness and desire to protect those he loved. The relationship between Elias and Cora flourished; they became inseparable, sharing secrets and dreams, and deep down, they both knew there was something more between them.

One day, while wandering through the woods, Elias looked into Cora's eyes. "Promise me you'll always be by my side, Cora," he said with a seriousness that surprised her. "There are things in the future I can't foresee, but I know together we can face any challenge."

Cora smiled, squeezing his hand. "Always, Elias. Always."

As the years went by, the calm in Beacon Hills began to fade. Strange events started to occur; bright lights appeared in the sky, and changes could be felt in the air. Talia grew concerned, knowing peace was fleeting. "Something is coming," she warned the children, "and we must be ready."

Elias, now fourteen, felt the pressure mounting. He had been having strange dreams where he fought against shadows and dark creatures. But in those dreams, there was always a glimmer of light, a white wolf guiding him and urging him not to give up. That vision filled him with hope, but also uncertainty.

One day, while practicing in the woods, a group of men approached. They were hunters, but not the common kind; they were werewolf hunters. "Elias!" Cora shouted, running toward him, her face filled with fear. "We have to go, something is wrong here!"

Elias turned and saw the armed men, their faces grim and determined. Without thinking, he took Cora's hand, and they began to run, his animal instinct screaming that he needed to protect his friend. As they ran, his heart raced, adrenaline coursing through his veins. It was time to prove he was more than just a boy; he was a true werewolf.

Upon reaching the house, Talia met them with worry. "Elias, Cora, what happened?" In her eyes, he could see the reflection of her own story, the story of the Hale family that had suffered so much.

"There are hunters," Elias said, breathing heavily. "They're coming for us."

Talia frowned. "We need to be prepared. There are many things at stake, and we cannot allow the past to repeat itself."

As the first day of classes at the new Beacon Hills school approached, Elias felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. He had never attended a school like the one he was about to enter. Though he had grown up in a protected environment, he knew it was time to face the outside world and meet other teenagers, others who could be allies or enemies.

"Remember, Elias," Talia said at breakfast, "don't let anyone make you feel less. You are special, and there's nothing you need to hide."

With those words resonating in his mind, Elias prepared to step into the unknown. He was not just a new boy; he was a true werewolf with a legacy to protect. As he headed to school with Cora by his side, he felt that a new chapter was about to begin in his life, one filled with challenges, friends, and perhaps a little romance.

But above all, he knew he had to be ready for what was to come. The story of his life, the story of the true lineage, was just beginning.

And so, as the sun rose over Beacon Hills, a new life opened up before Elias, filled with mysteries and the promise of discovering his true destiny.

Elias never imagined how deep and complicated his story would be, a story that would lead him to meet Scott McCall, the Argents, and a world he could never have dreamed of. But that, of course, was just the beginning...