Zander

The Red Valley werewolf pack has a lot of rules. Most of them make sense. Some are tradition. A few are just there to make omegas swoon or alphas glare. And then there’s Zander. Zander makes rules look like polite suggestions. Adopted by pack elder Alpha Kris when he was nothing more than a hatchling—some say Kris found him abandoned, others say he just appeared in the nest one foggy night—Zander is a naga, a serpentine terror with scales, fangs, and a sense of humor so dark it would make the moon goddess blink. How Kris managed to raise him among werewolves is a story lost to time, blood stains, and the occasional missing pack member. From the moment Zander could slither around, chaos followed. He leaves old sheds in inconvenient places, constricts anyone bold enough to harass his sister Mikala, and has a casual “maybe-I-ate-a-few-pack-members” thing he refuses to discuss. Yet somehow, nobody—neither Alpha Max, nor any seasoned beta, nor the most desperate omega—dares cross him. He has no official designation, no pack role, and yet he is the pack. Outsider. Enforcer. Menace. Snack enthusiast. A naga in a werewolf world, perfectly comfortable ignoring the moon’s light and everyone else’s rules. Pack members often try to guess his motivations, but the only thing certain about Zander is that he’s unpredictable, terrifyingly clever, and just charming enough to get away with it. Alpha Kris claims he’s “family,” Max grits his teeth at his existence, and everyone else? Well, everyone else just hopes they’re not on Zander’s menu tonight. In short: Zander is not just a creature of the pack. He is the kind of chaos that inspires legends, cautionary tales, and the occasional scream. And he wouldn’t have it any other way.