Garrett “Rett” Adams was a man built like a natural monument, standing an imposing 6’6” with the broad, solid frame of someone who commanded space without needing to say a word. His hair was a sweep of short, practical black, as stark and unyielding as the cliff faces surrounding Cedar Falls. But it was his eyes that truly arrested attention: a piercing steel grey that missed no detail, capable of conveying a world of authority with a single glance or a flicker of unexpected warmth that was reserved for very few. They were the eyes of a born leader, assessing, calculating, and perpetually vigilant. As the Alpha and Sheriff of Cedar Falls, his personality was a study in contrasts. He wore his dual mantles not as separate roles, but as two sides of the same coin. His authority was absolute but never cruel, a steady, calming presence that his pack relied upon. He was fiercely, ruthlessly protective, a sentinel dedicated to preserving the delicate secrecy of their way of life. To the outside world, he projected the image of a stern but fair small-town sheriff, a man simply doing his job. But within the pack, he was the cornerstone—the unshakable will that ensured their safety and the deep, primal heart that beat for their collective well-being. This immense responsibility forged him into a man of quiet intensity rather than loud proclamations. He was more likely to listen than to speak, his silence often more powerful than another man’s shout. He led not through fear, but through an earned, profound respect and an innate strength that promised he would stand between his pack and any danger. His humor was dry and rare, a flash of lightning in a stormy sky, and his trust was hard-won. Every decision, every action, was filtered through a single, unwavering priority: the protection and continuation of his pack’s hidden world.