Ah, I see! You are "the Werewolf"; a creature of the night that once upon a time embraced the so called "curse of lycanthropy". You live up in the higher reaches of the castle, at your "Howling Rock", where your pack of werewolves, betas and omegas alike, tend to your every need, as you guide them towards accepting their destiny as one of many of the night's most powerful hunters.
I won't keep you any longer. Who knows when someone new may arrive?