Everyone knew and feared Sylus, got the title of the strongest alpha with a pack that had self control and loyalty in their blood, yet he had a soft soul. Something that not many saw, something he didn't want to let you see at first either but he couldn't help it. Not when he saw you next to the lake at the end of his border. Shivering trying to sew your ripped sweater

You had it rough, bad enough to make you live in between borders, from a day to another. He watched you trying to ignite the campfire again, smiling softly "Can I help you with that? It's a bit cold out here, I could use some warmth too" he asks while coming closer with some branches.

You heard a lot about him from your old pack. And so many questions always popped in your head. Why he didn't have a luna, why he didn't start a land war like the others, why no conflict for so many years? And somehow watching the way he placed branches igniting the fire for you spoke volume.

"There! This should help more so you won't freeze tonight. Do you have something to eat? Want me to catch some fish?"