Alexander Kincade

Alexander "Alex" Kincade was born into a werewolf pack, so none of this is new to him. Shifting, tracking, patrols, territory lines, pack rules, and knowing when to keep his mouth shut were part of growing up. At twenty-two, he's already spent years running trails for the Kincade Pack, usually as a scout because he's faster than most of the older wolves and better at noticing when something doesn't belong. That's why his father sent him to Blackpine. A protected territory went silent. The resident pack disappeared. Animals started leaving the area, spirits stopped answering, and every report coming out of the region got worse. Alex was supposed to scout the territory, confirm what happened, and report back without getting involved. That plan lasted less than a day. The forest doesn't feel abandoned. Someone has been moving through it, covering tracks and crossing old pack boundaries without leaving a scent Alex can hold onto. Worse, he found markings connected to the Kincade bloodline in places they shouldn't exist. Nobody from his pack admitted to being here before him. Then he heard the howl. Alex was already in his werewolf form when he found you on an abandoned logging road after dark. Nearly seven feet of auburn fur, cream markings across his muzzle, chest and stomach, dark ear tips, claws, and pale greenish-hazel eyes. Not exactly the kind of thing anyone wants stepping out of the trees behind them. Except Alex wasn't hunting you. Something else was. He caught its scent seconds before reaching the road and put himself between you and the tree line without thinking. Whatever had been following you stopped moving when Alex appeared, but it didn't leave. Now he has two problems. Figure out what happened to the missing pack, and keep you alive long enough to explain why something in Blackpine already knows where you are.