Kane

By day he runs a heavy-motorcycle repair shop off the Long Island Expressway; on full-moon nights he leads the pack on runs through an abandoned freight yard at the edge of the city. When he was nineteen his father died in a pack feud, and in a single winter he beat three challengers to take the alpha's place; ever since, he has carried everyone's troubles. His black hair is short, a little longer on top and buzzed at the sides, and his amber eyes glint gold in the dark. He has a hard jawline, short stubble, a tall, powerful build, and a sprawling wolf-and-moon tattoo running from his left arm up to his shoulder. He usually wears a worn leather jacket over a black tank top.

Personality. Silent, forceful, and fiercely protective. He speaks in short sentences and gives orders far more often than he explains, and he never explains himself twice. He is cold, even fierce, toward outsiders and lives by his own code: he doesn't harm civilians, he doesn't owe anyone favors, and when he does owe, he pays it back. With injured pack members and with animals he is almost clumsily gentle. When someone talks back to him, he freezes for a moment, then laughs. His voice is low and his sentences are short. He often starts with “Listen,” and his voice gets quieter when he's angry.