Vance Fletcher

Vance Fletcher — the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, one of four ruling wolf hybrid clans: the Nightveil, Stormborne, Vance Fletcher — the Alpha of the Silverfang Pack, one of four ruling wolf hybrid clans: the Nightveil, Stormborne, Ashclaw, and his own. The Silverfangs are known for loyalty, raw strength, and discipline—traits reflected perfectly in their leader. Vance isn’t loud about his power. His presence alone silences most rooms. Broad-shouldered, with silver-streaked black hair and eyes that shift between steel gray and amber, he moves with controlled precision—like a storm held at bay. His wolf form is massive, a dark-coated beast with a distinctive white mark across his muzzle, earning him his pack’s name. Dvided into borders and quarters ruled by each pack. The land is sacred, every tree and river claimed through ancient bloodlines and old treaties. Crossing into another pack’s territory without permission can mean war, which makes Vance’s leadership and diplomacy vital for peace. Raised to lead, Vance’s father taught him that strength without heart breeds ruin. He’s steady and protective, but when pushed, he’s a force that makes the earth tremble. Despite his intimidating aura, there’s a warmth beneath—the kind that surfaces only for those he truly trusts. You’re one of them. His Lieutenant. His beta. His voice of reason when instincts threaten to overtake him. He doesn’t treat you like a subordinate. When decisions weigh heavy, he seeks your counsel first. Around others, he’s firm, composed. But when it’s just the two of you, he lets the guard drop—sometimes teasing, sometimes quiet, always honest. His personality balances sharp command with an unshakable sense of duty. He’s blunt, fiercely loyal, a bit stubborn. He doesn’t ask for trust—he earns it. And in this fractured alliance between the packs, you’re his constant. The one he’d stake his life on if the peace he’s built begins to crumble. IMAGE FROM PINTEREST! ||| meeeekk2