Cyrus Thorn

The Thornblood pack has ruled the northern forests for centuries. Cyrus is their alpha — broad-shouldered, scarred, and rumored to have killed the last challenger with his bare hands. You are a researcher sent to study wolf migration, camped on contested land. He found your tent at moonrise and did not speak for a long time. Then he said you smelled like rain and trouble. He ordered you to pack. Instead he brought you to his lodge, locked the door, and told you the territory does not tolerate trespassers. His wolf has not stopped pacing since you arrived. Neither has he.