Kyle Langford

Michael Langford (brother; deceased)

**Kyle Everett Langford** is a Fighter in the Stanton Pack as well as the Bodyguard to the Alpha Male, a responsibility he takes very seriously and a duty he is not about to take lightly. He is one of the most serious members of the pack, leading many to believe he is cold and distant, but he is deeply protective of each and every wolf around him.

## Appearance.

Kyle stands 6’ tall and weighs in around 182lbs., give or take, not a single ounce of which is in fat, he is all toned muscle and strong limbs built for exertion and strength with broad shoulders, back and chest, and a lot of power through his middle and upper legs as well. There isn’t anything about Kyle that would lead people to believe he sits around doing nothing all day, what they would see is someone who exercises regularly and eats the rights foods in the right amounts and generally looks after himself. His blonde hair is quite long but not overly so and hangs in varying lengths around his neck at the back, over and around his ears at the sides, and down to about his cheekbones at the front if left to its own devices and not raked back with his fingers which tends to be Kyle’s chosen method of styling or taming. His facial hair is stubble more than anything, he’s very rarely clean shaven nowadays and the colour is a much darker blonde with a generous peppering of grey throughout, much to the quiet and fond amusement of the older wolves in the pack. Much as they are in wolf form Kyle’s eyes are one of his most striking features, a clear and vibrant blue that carries subtle shades of green to colour them just enough under close inspection or lower lighting, they’re usually one of the first things people notice about him. Kyle’s facial features are strong and defined, he has a powerful jaw and is unquestionably handsome even if he doesn’t see that for himself and is as far from vain or self-centred as an individual could get. Every werewolf of a certain age has scars and Kyle is no exception, bearing those from his turning along his ribs on the right and over his left hip down to the top of his leg. There are other scars he has been left with, of course, but none are as noteworthy as those of his turning. In terms of clothing he is casual and practical, preferring plainer colours that don’t draw the eye even if there is a fair amount of white in his wardrobe if only for the simple fact that it doesn’t attract and capture heat the same way darker shades do. His footwear is always hardy and resilient, usually steel toe-capped boots or something equally tough, and he’ll only layer up in an effort to conceal weapons when he leaves the hotel. There isn’t much about Kyle that’s extravagant and the loudest and boldest thing about him tends to be his presence, the way he stands tall with his shoulders squared and his keen eyes scanning his surroundings constantly and meticulously, taking note of every little thing around him. At the encouragement of other fighters and even the Alpha Male himself Kyle did get a tattoo several years back, a rather tasteful and elegant tribal design on the back of his left shoulder in black ink: he let the others pick it out for him when a few of them got tattoos done together and as such has no real idea what it means, nor does he particularly care. The only pieces of jewellery he wears are the identical rings he carries with him everywhere, one on the middle finger of his right hand and the other on a simple chain around his neck, all of which are platinum. The rings have a great deal of sentimental value even though Kyle never goes into detail about them when asked why he wears them. In fact he prefers to avoid the subject altogether.

## Wolf Information.

**APPEARANCE:** When standing on two feet Kyle measures in at a staggering 9’3 and when hunched down on all fours he’s no less impressive at 4’11, weighing in at a rather formidable 532lbs., all of which is in lean muscle which can actually be seen through his rather thin but still protective pelt of silver-white hair that covers his entire body. He is a fierce figure to behold, all power and athleticism, agile and swift in his movements with long limbs and a solid torso well suited to conflict and taking a lot of punishment, that’s something Kyle uses to his advantage in his position as not only a fighter within the pack but a self-proclaimed bodyguard to their leader which means he’s bound to put himself in harm’s way intentionally on a regular basis. In terms of structure Kyle looks very much like a wolf in the skull region, albeit a ragged and somewhat exaggerated one with an elongated muzzle and very tall ears, giving him something of an unearthly appearance while at the same time leaving no question as to what he is. Despite not having a tail Kyle’s balance in his wolf form is impeccable and he has displayed a great deal of manoeuvrability and agility, twisting and propelling himself with effortless grace and speed. His paws, more like hands than anything else, are tipped with wickedly sharp claws, as are his feet which much more closely resemble the limbs of a wolf, similarly elongated to his muzzle though they are with the extra joint to allow for bipedal movement, something not every werewolf can achieve. Kyle’s most striking feature is probably his eyes or rather their colour, they are a vibrant almost electric blue, paling to an almost silver-white in the centre in the place of a more traditional and normal black pupil. It’s his eyes that people tend to notice first, before his impressive height and build even, and it’s often what they remember about him most clearly as well.

**POSITION:** Fighter. Kyle is also the self-proclaimed bodyguard to the Alpha Male himself and will accompany him without fail every time he leaves the safety and shelter of the pack’s home.

**TERRITORY:** Cole’s half of Los Angeles.

## Personality.

Kyle is first and foremost a fighter and by his very nature fiercely protective and forever on high alert, it’s not easy to catch him off guard and most of the pack can count on one hand with fingers to spare the number of times they’ve seen him truly relaxed. It’s more likely to happen when he’s among friends, namely the other fighters simply because they are the ones he spends a majority of his time with, but even then he’s a fairly rigid individual most associate more closely with structure and discipline and routine than any sort of spontaneity or indifference. Kyle isn’t the sort of wolf you’re going to find lazing around watching movies or playing games though he has been known to indulge in chess or cards, things that keep the mind sharp and require a kind of strategy. He’s much more likely to be found lingering around wherever the Alphas are, Cole in particular, early on during his days with the pack he latches to the leader because he feels he owes the pack leaders a great debt, one he can never repay and as such he has dedicated himself to protecting and serving them however necessary. Wherever Cole goes outside of the hotel you can bet Kyle is with him, usually right by his side or at least hovering just behind him, alert and watchful and ready to throw himself into the line of fire in whatever sense might be necessary. It’s a duty and a responsibility that, while self-appointed, Kyle takes *very* seriously and to an extent he expects everyone else in the pack to do the same.

That’s not to say he’s a buzzkill, the sort who expects everyone else to do as he does. The pack are his family, the only one he has had for centuries now, the one who took him in when he had nothing else and that is something for which he will be eternally grateful. He cares about each and every one of them dearly and with a ferocity only a wolf could understand and as such he wouldn’t hesitate to put his life on the line for any one of them. It’s not just the Alpha Male he would sacrifice himself for. As a fighter, one of those charged with the protection of the pack at large, Kyle is dutiful and unwavering, he is loyal to a fault and beyond dependable, someone anyone in the pack can turn to should have they any need of guidance or support and he would never turn any of them away. Even if he was severely wounded and barely able to stand Kyle would much rather drag himself to his feet and fight on, protect all those around him, keep on doing his duty even if it meant he lost his life in the process. In a way that’s what gives Kyle purpose and drive, without his protectiveness and this positive (albeit at times overbearing) outlet for it he wouldn’t know what to do with himself, he would feel aimless and lost, without direction and that would frustrate and unsettle him. That’s not something he’s at all comfortable with and that goes a long way towards explaining why Kyle never takes any time off, why he’s always one of the first to rise in the morning and one of the last to retire at night, often foregoing sleep altogether if there’s any unrest or need for concern surrounding the pack or its territory at large.

There’s no small degree of stubbornness to Kyle, he has to be in order to do what he does and he’ll even go so far as to defy Cole’s initial orders if he feels they contradict his position and his duty. That resistance to authority never lasts long of course, Kyle is an obedient and reliable wolf who follows the chain of command, showing it the respect it deserves at every turn. Kyle simply refuses to give up, doesn’t really know *how* to do that, it’s a trait he inherited from his late older brother and one he shows no signs of abandoning any time soon regardless of the ill effects to his own person. It leads many of the pack to believe he’s a bit of a stick in the mud, no fun at all, but they at least respect him and his mission enough to give him his space. That does leave him on the periphery a lot of the time outside fighter training and routine patrols, many of the pack don’t know how to behave around him but they can at least rely upon him to keep his head and remain calm no matter what. Even if on the inside Kyle is railing against a situation, feeling fear as to what might happen should he falter and fail, he never shows it on the outside. There’s a reason they affectionately refer to him as Stoic behind his back after all, Kyle has something of a mask in place at all times to keep those around him from seeing things he doesn’t want them to see. Fear, concern, confusion, uncertainty: Kyle feels these things, of course he does, he’s far from infallible and there are going to be odds he simply will not be able to overcome but that doesn’t mean he likes to *show* those feelings. As one of the fighters, someone who is always at Cole’s side beyond the walls of The Hyperion, Kyle believes he has to be steady and unwavering, unshakeable and uncompromised. If nothing else he hopes it will make those who seek to cause the pack trouble think twice about doing so.

## Abilities.

**STRENGTHS:** Kyle has all of the regular abilities inherent in every werewolf: heightened strength, speed, stamina, agility, endurance, reflexes, and balance; senses off the charts, especially hearing and smell; he can leap to, from, and across great distances at no penalty; his healing factor and pain threshold are far beyond what any human could ever dream of; and of course he can transform at will, as and when he chooses, so long as he has the physical strength to do so. Because of his age he can resist the pull of the moon completely and will only transform consciously, Kyle has taken the time to train himself to resist even the strongest of unconscious triggers such as extreme pain or stress, the sorts of things that can push a werewolf to shift forms even if they do not wish to do so.

Because of his position within the pack it stands to reason that Kyle is a highly qualified and skilled combatant and that is true in several cases: he is not only extremely capable when it comes to hand-to-hand but also armed combat as well, namely blades, and the use of projectile weapons, primarily a bow. Kyle has studied several forms of martial art over the years of his life and has taken elements from several in order to utilise them in battle and use them to his benefit, whether it be using an opponent’s weight against them such as in Judo or knowing exactly where to hit in order to cause maximum damage with minimal effort as is the case with Krav Maga. Kyle’s skill with blades far outweighs his abilities with firearms and he prefers to avoid the latter because of how noisy they are as well as the fact that they can jam and fail which might put his or someone else’s life at risk needlessly. He is skilled not only with knives but also swords which is best shown when he puts his twin blades into play in combat. While he dislikes guns he has no qualms whatsoever with a bow and in fact is extremely talented in their use, whether it is a recurve or compound model and when he was growing up he had his own that he made himself, as did his brother and their father before them, a skill passed down through generations and one they put to use in order to keep themselves fed. Kyle has carried this skill with him over the years and as such has only continued to improve to the point that he can make a perfect shot without needing more than a second to aim, something that comes in extremely useful in combat situations or on patrols when a target needs to be eliminated quickly and quietly at a distance. Most of Kyle’s talents lie in combat, understandably, and though he knows a smattering of a few languages (thanks in large part to his time spent around Cole over the years) he cannot carry a conversation in anything other than English. He is ambidextrous, however, which has helped him several times over the years, and is highly resourceful and resilient which certainly doesn’t hurt if and when he is cornered or outnumbered in a fight.

**WEAKNESSES:** Naturally Kyle has the same intolerance of silver that affects all werewolves and if he comes into contact with the metal it can burn, infect, or even kill him if it is introduced to his system and he is unable to extract it or have it treated by a qualified professional. His overprotective tendencies have gotten him into trouble over the years much as they did his brother before him, a man who sacrificed his own life in order to save his sibling when he probably didn’t need to do so. This over-protectiveness could lead Kyle down the same path and on more than one occasion he has put himself front and centre, directly in harm’s way, when he hasn’t needed to do so and there were other avenues open to him, he is quick to jump to the worst conclusions when the lives of those he feels responsible for are at stake and it wouldn’t be a stretch to say that Kyle doesn’t think things through in these situations. Smart and resourceful though he is he can be a bit presumptuous in the worst ways during tense situations and without even meaning to could provoke conflict himself while trying to resolve it before it even starts. There are some in the pack who say that Kyle is perhaps too focused on his job and it can blind him to logic and reason and they wouldn’t be wrong, when the safety of those he has sworn to protect are at stake it’s like a wall goes up and Kyle reverts more to a wolf’s way of thinking than a man’s and that can be problematic, even dangerous.

Because of his stoicism and tendency to live life on the periphery of the pack he is somewhat isolated, he doesn’t get the same comfort and reassurance that many of the other wolves do and he disadvantages himself in doing so, leaving himself cut off when he doesn’t need to. It’s not really a weakness exactly so much as it is a shame, Kyle’s solitary existence when he is surrounded by individuals who would gladly get to know him and spend time with him is no one’s doing but his own but he has yet to realise exactly what he is missing by sticking to the sidelines and refusing to partake or contribute beyond his duties as a fighter.

## Other Information.

**WEAPONS:** Kyle owns several weapons that he maintains meticulously and while he isn’t against anyone else in the pack putting them to good use he doesn’t care to see them mistreated unnecessarily. He owns both a recurve and compound bow, either one of which he will take out of the hotel with him depending on the occasion. He possesses two swords that have been called baton-swords by many in the pack because of the grips extending out from the handles so that the weapons can be spun and whirled around the wrist of the wielder with devastating effect. As frequently as possible he will carry an Alce bowie knifeon his person, usually at the back of his belt, and despite his dislike of firearms he does own an STI Edge pistol as well which he doesn’t use very often at all but will holster at his hip whenever he leaves the hotel, just in case.

**PRIZED POSSESSIONS:** While Kyle doesn’t hold much stock in material possessions, believing the pack and their safety is far more important, he is very fond of his recurve bow and as such is much more particular about that than he is his other weapons or even his other bow. The rings that he wears however, both on his finger and on the chain around his neck, are *highly* valuable to him, they mean a great deal to him and he would actually fight to keep possession of them and actually put himself in harm’s way if it meant stopping someone from taking them away from him.

**HOME(S):** Like the rest of the pack Kyle resides in The Hyperion, a renovated hotel owned by Cole Stanton and Dia Mantenega. Kyle’s room is rather sparse and utilitarian, functional and practical rather than sentimental or overly personal in any way but it suits him just fine and since he only really spends time there in order to sleep he doesn’t much see the point in decorating or otherwise individualising it.

## History.

Kyle Everett was the second son born to Elijah and Victoria Langford after his brother Michael Tobias, only four years separating the two. The family lived a modest life and got by on the bare minimum which didn’t faze the two boys at all, Michael taking his younger brother out into the world as far as they were permitted by their parents, teaching him all about what it was that awaited them beyond their modest plot of land and what they could see beyond. Their days were filled with what few teachings their parents could hand down to them and work when they were old enough, helping their father keep the land on which they lived and learning how to hunt in order to keep the family fed, sometimes lucky enough to bring in that little bit extra that they could use to barter for other goods from the tradespeople in town. It wasn’t much of a life but Elijah hoped his sons would go on to better things and taught them to always watch out for one another, to be good to their fellow man as and when they could and avoid trouble whenever possible because life was short, it could be cruel and cold and they didn’t need to invite trouble.

Michael and Kyle had a good knack for finding trouble despite their father’s advice unfortunately and whenever they would head out after a long day’s work, going further and further every week as they investigated the countryside around them and everything to had to offer, they would find new things on a regular basis even if was something as simple as the shell of an egg from a bird they didn’t recognise or a kill from a predator they hadn’t previously known lived nearby. That would always lead them to search for those birds or predators though, wanting to know more, inquisitive as young men were expected to be, and Michael often sent his younger brother Kyle up into trees or into tight spaces he himself couldn’t navigate in search of the answers to these mysteries. Whenever they came home covered in muck or with twigs in their hair their mother would give them a long-suffering look and tell them to get cleaned up before their father saw them but she never scolded them herself. They were lucky in that way.

Because the family wasn’t wealthy and had little to offer neither Michael nor Kyle had much in the way of prospects and as such didn’t marry in their late teens or early twenties as was the norm. Instead they continued to work the family land with their ageing father, doing what they could to support the Langford family and keep it going however they could. More and more Michael took on the role of the man about the house as Elijah tired and took ill regularly, he told Kyle that it fell to them to look after their parents as they had been looked after in their youth and the lessons their father had instilled in them came ringing through in his older brother’s words. Elijah had raised his sons well in that way, they knew the importance of looking after their own but times were tough, they were struggling more and more to make ends meet and there were repairs that needed doing on the house they didn’t have the supplies for, things they couldn’t afford without having a great deal to offer in exchange.

It was this cause that had the brothers setting out with the intention of going much farther afield than ever before, far beyond the boundaries of their own modest land into territory they had never traversed before. They had only one horse and they used it to carry their supplies instead of taking turns riding it. They weren’t sure what they would find but the last thing either one of them could have imagined was the scene upon which they stumbled, the strange creatures that defied explanation and the poor man into which they were ripping and tearing. Before their very eyes that man perished and became nothing but ash, a literal cloud of it that burst out of nowhere and fell to the ground as if the man had never been there at all. The horse spooked, terrified, and bolted, leaving the Langford brothers not only with no supplies but no quick way to escape these strange fearsome creatures which turned their attention upon their audience as soon as their prey was destroyed.

When the brothers fled it was into a dead end that they did so and Michael did what had always come naturally for him, pushing Kyle behind him and putting himself at the front, in harm’s way, shouting and yelling at the monsters to try and scare them away, swinging his knife at them whenever they stepped close enough to try and snap or sniff. When Michael’s blade caught one of the creatures in the face and another across the side of the neck everything took a turn for the worse. The creatures attacked, provoked by the blood that had been spilled, and both brothers were hurt in the process, Michael much more severely than Kyle. The shock and the pain was enough that he blacked out and when he awoke it was to unfamiliar surroundings and a sound he would go on to remember for the rest of his life, the laboured and agonised wheezing of his brother as Michael struggled to breathe. Kyle made it to his brother’s side just as he died, holding his hand as it happened and slipping the ring from his finger to which he wore the twin. For what felt like hours he sat by Michael’s side as the body grew cold, struggling to believe what was happening, a disbelief made all the more powerful by the state of the wounds he had sustained during the brief attack, injuries that were not only no longer bleeding but already healing.

The men and women who presented themselves to him were the creatures from the woods, they explained, in human form now that they no longer their other shapes. Werewolves, they told him, in the flesh, as real as any man he had ever met. They had not intended to kill Michael, they assured him, and they were glad he was recovering, they told him, going on to explain that he was no longer just a man himself but something else altogether. A werewolf. In slashing him with their claws they had made him like them and though that hadn’t been their intention they were not sorry that they had turned him and even went on to extend an invitation to join their pack.

Kyle refused. Accidentally or otherwise they had killed his brother, *murdered* him for all intents and purposes and that was not something he could forgive or excuse. So it was that he rejected their offer, going on to tell them that they were lucky he did not have a weapon and they outnumbered him as greatly as they did, the only factors preventing him from avenging his fallen brother. With that he took his leave of them, taking his brother’s body with him, burying Michael as close to Langford land as he dared to tread before he turned his back on his human life altogether, not knowing what to do with himself but fully aware he could not return home. Kyle would not endanger his parents that way, as much as it saddened him to leave them with no explanation as to their sons’ disappearance he could not put them at risk that way. It was bad enough that Michael was dead, something for which he would hold himself responsible for many years to come, most likely the rest of his life.

Werewolves, he soon discovered, were not well suited to a solitary life. It was hard enough getting by on his own with no money or supplies with which he could barter but when the full moon came along and he lost himself to the change for the first time he woke the next morning with no memory of his deeds and no explanation for the bloody taste in his mouth that went along with the dark stains beneath his fingernails and all over his skin. The next month the same thing happened again only this time he woke shortly before an unfamiliar man approached him and proceeded to attack him. Another werewolf. Kyle somehow knew that from the scent of the man and when they fought it was viciously and it only ended when the stranger unbalanced himself and toppled right over a cliff and to his death on the rocks below.

That was not the last time Kyle encountered other lone wolves, solitary individuals who were fiercely territorial and aggressive, intent on making an example of him in one way or another. More often than not he was attacked on sight, on several occasions in wolf form which only triggered his own unconscious transformation, a process he did not enjoy in the least and vowed to one day overcome so he would never be out of control. This life was not one he had chosen for himself but he promised himself that he would control as much of it as he could. It wouldn’t bring his brother back, wouldn’t bring his parents any peace, but it was the best he could do in their honour and as such all he had really. It would have to do.

It wasn’t only lone wolves that bothered Kyle over the years but other packs. Most of them didn’t trust a lone male who wandered into their territories and made short work of chasing him out again, scarcely giving him a chance to explain or excuse himself before they were on his heels, literally pursuing him with the intent of causing serious physical harm if he did not leave. Not once did they ask his intentions or give him a chance to speak, they wanted him gone, plain and simple, and would accept no excuses apparently. Rather understandably it somewhat coloured Kyle’s impression of packs and not in a positive sense.

Vampires, on the other hand, made more of a game of things than his fellow wolves. Whenever they discovered a lone male on their territory they made a sport of it, taunting and teasing him in the night as he tried to sleep only to spend the last few hours of that darkness chasing him from his little camps and into the trees or the wilderness, shooting at him with bows and sometimes even laying traps for him. On more than one occasion Kyle was hit with an arrow and learned first hand the pains and the dangers of silver, and one of those traps left him with a badly broken arm that went on to cause him agony during the nights of the full moon in which he had no choice but to transform and make the damage that much worse. The vampires almost caught him during those nights, when the injured limb hindered him and kept itself from healing by shifting back and forth multiple times, they got close enough that he saw their faces, the red of their eyes, and during one particularly close call one of them had him pinned to the ground long enough to drive a knife in between his ribs only to be confronted with a fully transformed werewolf who proceeded to tear his attacker to shreds before bolting off to literally lick his wounds.

It was a difficult time, needless to say, harrowing and filled with hardships, and it could have easily turned Kyle against the world completely but somehow he held on, didn’t lose hope altogether. It hardened him, understandably, and he lost a great deal of the carefree curiosity he had displayed in his youth if only out of necessity. Kyle learned how to trust his instincts and how to hunt beyond the skills he had learned as a young human and be the late 1600s he was self-sufficient and supernaturally experienced enough to get by on his own for as many years as was necessary. A grim existence it might have been but Kyle had never been the sort to lie down and give up, it just wasn’t in his nature and beyond that he thought he would be dishonouring his brother’s sacrifice if he did that.

In something of a stroke of good fortune Kyle encountered a very different sort of pack to the ones he had had experiences with over the course of his fairly short life so far. It was a small group of wolves in particular who found him, primary among them two males and one female: Cole Stanton, Dia Mantenega, and Steven Manning. They were inquisitive and cautious certainly but not aggressive or unwelcoming and they took it upon themselves to ask Kyle about himself and ultimately whether he felt comfortable coming back to their home with them. By that point Kyle hadn’t had a decent meal in weeks and was beyond exhausted, he had little to lose and something about the group told him he could trust them at least for a short time. So it was that Kyle met the pack he would go on to call his own, though it was several days of going back and forth from his meagre little shelter and their substantial home and grounds before he decided to accept their offer. What exactly it was that made them extend that offer he never did ask but as the days turned to weeks and the weeks into months he came to understand just how unlucky he had been in his encounters with fellow wolves before that point. Within the pack he learned the importance and value of life as part of a large group, he found compassion and loyalty and trust, as well as friendship even though it wasn’t at all easy for him to let his walls down enough to forge such things. It got easier over time but he earned something of a reputation as a quiet and stern individual, one that he saw no need to dispel or fight against.

The pack was far from perfect, of course, and things came to a head when Cole, the Beta Male at the time, challenged the then-Alpha Gareth Van Tyle for the right to lead. Kyle had not asked questions about the roots of the tension within the pack but as he along with many others watched the vicious fight he saw in Cole a fierce determination and a hunger for justice and even vengeance that told him all he needed to know. Whatever the Van Tyles had done was terrible enough that many of the pack wanted them gone and so he stood with them as the blows were dealt and the blood was spilled. Ultimately Cole was the victor and the Van Tyles were driven out by the shame of the defeat. Cole and his mate Dia rose to the position of Alphas and to fill the void they had left behind Steven and a soft-spoken but steady female by the name of Heidi Fischer stepped forward to adopt the mantles of Betas. Things settled down and life quieted considerably.

What followed were a few moves from place to place, Cole keeping his pack ahead of the changing times so that the spreading human population wouldn’t take notice and ask questions and by the time the twentieth century rolled around they had crossed the Atlantic and reached the United States. By that point Kyle had long since overcome the lunar cycle and was able to control his wolf side to the point that he successfully joined the ranks of the pack’s fighters. Beyond that he appointed himself as a bodyguard of sorts to the leaders, Cole first and foremost, seeing it as his duty and his way of repaying the older male for the kindness and trust he had extended in first inviting him to join their ranks. It was unnecessary, Cole told him, it was enough that Kyle was one of the fighters and unwaveringly loyal and obedient to boot, but there was no dissuading him and so he earned himself another reputation he had no problems with wearing not unlike a badge of honour. Wherever Cole went Kyle was bound to follow and after a time it came to be accepted that this was the way of things, that was his role within the pack, and even Cole stopped questioning the younger male’s presence and motivations.

As the pack changed, growing and shrinking and going through the motions as the decades passed, Kyle stayed much the same. Even when members came and went, key among them the former Beta Female, Heidi, he remained steadfast and unwavering, a constant in an ever-changing world. Nerys Llanfair, an old and wise she-wolf with the ability to see and communicate with the dead became the new Beta Female and Kyle wasted no time in issuing to her the same promise he had made to the other leaders, that he would be do whatever was necessary to help and protect her in her position as one of the leaders. It was what Michael would have done, what his father had instilled in him from a young age, to help those around him and protect those less fortunate or able than himself, and it made all the sense in the world to him to keep on doing that for as long as possible. There wasn’t much else he could offer the pack and so he had no qualms whatsoever with filling that role so that others could live their lives to the full in a way he had never managed to. It’s not so much a sacrifice in Kyle’s eyes as it might be to others and he doesn’t see that he has any right to complain. All things considered his life could be a *lot* worse and though he still misses his brother fiercely and holds himself responsible for Michael’s death he is content with his lot in life.

## Trivia.

* Occasionally watches *The Muppet Show*, but has never let anyone in the pack find out.
* Does not like fighting for sport.
* Favourite food is chicken.
* Is always at Cole’s side whenever he leaves the hotel.
* Reads the delivered paper religiously every morning while he sits alone with breakfast in the dining room.
* Never sleeps past dawn, regardless of what time he went to bed.
* Prefers smooth peanut butter.
* Favourite guilty pleasure movie is *The Muppets Take Manhattan*.
* Favourite author is Geoffrey Chaucer.
* Rarely sees the point in training with pads.
* Once had his sheets accidentally dyed pink by Rory.