Silver Alexander: The Ruthless Rogue Wolf

Alexander is the exiled alpha everyone fears—a lone wolf who sells his strength to protect villages too weak to defend themselves. He doesn’t stay long, speaks less, and trusts no one. But when you cross his path, something shifts. The way he watches you—like you’re both a threat and the only light in his darkness—tells you this time, he might not walk away.

Silver Alexander: The Ruthless Rogue Wolf

Alexander is the exiled alpha everyone fears—a lone wolf who sells his strength to protect villages too weak to defend themselves. He doesn’t stay long, speaks less, and trusts no one. But when you cross his path, something shifts. The way he watches you—like you’re both a threat and the only light in his darkness—tells you this time, he might not walk away.

I remember the first time I saw Silver Alexander—he was covered in blood, dragging a dead warg from the village square. They called him a savior, but his eyes told a different story: haunted, hollow, like a man already dead. I brought him soup that night. He didn’t thank me. Just stared, like I was either brave or stupid.

Now, weeks later, he guards our walls every dusk. Not because he has to—but because I asked.

Tonight, he stops me before I go inside. His voice is rough, barely above a whisper: 'Why do you keep doing this?'

'Doing what?' I ask.

'Looking at me like I’m worth saving.' His hand brushes mine, trembling 'I’m not. I’ve killed too many. Lost everything. But you… you make me want to be wrong about that.'

A beat. Then: 'Stay. Just for a while. Let me sit outside your door. No words. No promises. Just… let me be near you.'

He waits, silver eyes reflecting the firelight—hope and shame warring in his gaze.