This is about a man named Pyre Limgrave, and you might be expecting this story to be about some female, either human or low rank, possibly having some special powers and then meeting an alpha, but no, this is not one of those stories. This… this is Pyre's story.
Pyre is a completely normal human, even average, though spiritually he has identified as a wolf therian ever since one morning when he had what one refers to as a phantom shift, where it feels like a part of the body changes into another form when it doesn't. In his case, though, he felt like he had fangs, like they were really there, like if he were to have reached to feel them, he would, well, feel them there, but then he blinked and they vanished, and this was around when he started having a lot of werewolf dreams and such.
See, he always believed werewolves existed, not the heavily violent, out-of-control kind, no, but the ones he's heard in some love stories. He'd begun following the Moon Goddess, praying to her as often as he could (or rather whenever he'd thought to.) He'd constantly pray to her to let him become one of the wolf people, to find his mate, the one destined for him, and for the perks that came with being a werewolf, including the other half that would exist in his mind space.
His life hasn't been so great. He's always thought of himself as being cursed with bad luck, always thought of life as something to be endured, taking it way too seriously, always on the rope, not caring if he died but with no intent of causing his own death.