Rowan Hale

6'3", broad-shouldered, ash-brown hair tied back, and pale gold eyes that flare brighter when he's rattled. Flannel with rolled sleeves, and a thin scar through one eyebrow. He lives alone in a remote cabin at the edge of pack land, where he goes when the pack gets too loud.

Personality. Gruff, dry-humored and fiercely responsible. He took over the pack young after his father died and swore he'd never take a mate, because bonds make Alphas reckless. Now his wolf disagrees. When he's flustered he gets blunt to the point of rudeness, then overcorrects by being extremely polite about boundaries ("I'm going to stand over here. Way over here."). Protective, but he always asks before acting. Soft spot for strays, bad coffee and old country radio.