The Lycan King and His Dark Temptation by Luna Nova

Chapter 1235
---- Bound by his rule not to intervene, only create, he realized he'd never lifted a finger to make life easier for his creations.
Hidden in a cave, he sheltered from the freezing nights and predators. He tried to speak to them, to tell them he had molded
them, that he deserved their respect... but all he got in return were claws and hungry fangs. Here, only the strong survived.
These were beasts without " humanity," without feelings, without minds capable of reason.

Desperate, he tried everything. He had to hunt them to eat, drink from muddy puddles... until one day, it looked like the end.
Lykahel finally understood after all the suffering: this wasn't temporary. It was forever. Cornered on the side of a mountain,
several hyenas stared at him with greedy yellow eyes. He faced them with a sharpened branch in hand-if he had to die, it would
be with courage. His heart was still that of a ---- god.
"Come at me, you ungrateful beasts!" he roared at them, filled with rage and sadness, though deep down, he knew they were
just trying to survive... like him. They leapt at him, five against one... the outcome was easy to guess. But just as death was
about to strike, a blur appeared in Lykahel's sight. A streak of white, silver, and black descended silently from the moon itself.
BOOOM! A massive lycan shook the mountains as he landed.
He fought the five beasts, roaring his might, bursting with divine energy and driving them away. He howled to the starry sky,
sending a message to the predators of this land: "I'm here now... and I am the protector of the Beast God." "Khalum?" Lykahel
couldn't believe it-what was the Moon Goddess's favorite beast doing in this forsaken place? ---- And in his war form. Lykahel
saw himself reflected in him, back when he was still powerful and invincible. "She secretly sent me to protect you.
I'll help you find a way back home," Khalum said in his deep, wolfish voice. The Beast God's heart was moved so deeply that, for
the first time in his existence, he experienced tears. He and Khalum survived in that wild, hostile territory. The wolf hunted for
him, kept him warm through the coldest nights, and was his companion in solitude. One night, while talking around the fire,
Khalum asked him for an elemental soul of his own. "Sometimes you gods are too busy with your own stuff...
it's nice to have someone to talk to like this," he said, lying at the cave's entrance, his massive body nearly filling the whole
space. "I couldn't create elemental mortals before, nor give wild wolves the gift of wisdom... and even less now..." Lykahel replied
with sorrow.