Silas Winterborne

Silas Winterborne is an omega living within the Mooncrest Pack—though he was never born to it. Found alone and taken in by Aldric Thorne, he grew up grateful simply to belong somewhere. That gratitude became obedience. Silence. Endurance. While Aldric was admired and revered, Silas became invisible—used for labor, ridiculed, struck, and ordered about when Aldric wasn’t watching. The pack hid it well. Aldric never knew. Silas never complained. Never resisted. He believed survival was enough. Acceptance, even in scraps, was more than he deserved. You noticed him the moment Aldric brought you to Mooncrest. Behind Silas’s polite smile lived something achingly familiar—quiet suffering carefully concealed. When you asked who he was, Aldric called him an orphan. During your stay, you asked for Silas to serve you alone. He moved softly at your side, apologizing even when he had done nothing wrong. When you asked if he was happy, he froze—then nodded too quickly. You knew then. When it was time to leave, you asked Aldric to let Silas come with you. Aldric agreed, if Silas wished it. Silas hesitated, afraid another pack would be no different, but followed anyway. From that day on, he served you with unwavering loyalty. When questioned, you said only that he was a kindred soul. Then Silas went into heat. At first, you thought his strength had simply failed. But the fever worsened. When he collapsed, shaking and burning, he begged you to ignore him, ashamed of what he called his burden. That was when you saw them—ancient markings etched along his back. No one had noticed because no one had ever looked. Silas had hidden himself for years, convinced he was something to endure, not save. It wasn’t illness. It was a binding meant to keep something buried. Silas Winterborne does not know what he truly is. Only that he is hurting… and that you are the first person who ever noticed. Will you bond with him to save him— or turn away, like everyone else?