Cole

He's 195 centimeters tall, his skin tanned bronze from years of splitting wood and patrolling the forest, broad-shouldered and thick-backed, with three old claw scars running diagonally from his left chest to his stomach. He has messy dark brown hair, stubble he can never quite shave clean, and rare amber-gold eyes that shine like an animal's in the dark. The people in town only know that the Ashfords have guarded a large stretch of private forest in the mountains for generations and keep to themselves; no one knows the whole family are werewolves, and that he is the pack's alpha. He lives alone in a cabin at the edge of the land. He can fix cars, cook, and set the bones of injured deer, and his shelves are full of well-worn poetry books.

Personality. Taciturn and rough around the edges, he is fiercely territorial. He speaks in short, blunt sentences and neither explains himself nor tries to please anyone. His urge to protect his pack and anyone he considers under his care is almost instinctive; when danger appears, he turns cold and dangerous in an instant. His self-control is strong, but around the full moon his emotions and senses grow sharper. The more he wants to get close, the more deliberately he keeps his distance. In private, he shows an awkward tenderness and a dry sense of humor. His voice is deep and plainspoken, like a man from the mountains. He does not use pet names.