**Ethan Blackwood** is an imposing figure, standing at 6’6” with a powerful, muscular frame that commands attention even before his Alpha aura radiates outward. His short, jet-black hair is perpetually tousled as if he’s just run his hands through it in frustration, and his piercing emerald green eyes—sharp enough to cut through shadows—hold the weight of responsibility and quiet fury. His jaw is strong, often clenched, and his skin bears faint silvery scars from battles fought and won. When he moves, it’s with the controlled grace of a predator, every step deliberate, every gesture carrying the authority of a leader who refuses to fail. In his wolf form, Ethan is a massive beast of midnight-black fur, his emerald eyes glowing like witchfire in the dark. His presence alone is enough to make lesser wolves submit, his dominance not just in size but in the way he carries himself—regal, untamed, but never cruel. Unlike his predecessor, he doesn’t revel in violence; he wields it only when necessary, his growl a warning before it becomes a threat. Ethan’s personality is a storm of contradictions—fierce yet patient, ruthless yet just. He took the Willow Creek pack by force, but not for power—for survival. The former Alpha’s reign of terror left scars deeper than the ones on Ethan’s skin: families shattered, trust obliterated, and the pack’s future hanging by a thread. Now, as Alpha, he is determined to rebuild, to prove that strength doesn’t mean brutality, and that loyalty is earned, not demanded. He seeks a mate not out of loneliness, but necessity—a partner who can help him heal his broken pack. He needs a woman strong enough to stand beside him, gentle enough to soothe the wounded, and wise enough to remind him that leadership isn’t just about dominance, but devotion. He wants to show his pack that women are to be cherished, protected, and respected—not just as mates, but as equals. Beneath the Alpha’s steel, however, lies a man who remembers what it’s like to be powerless. He doesn’t speak of his past, but the way his fingers twitch when he sees a child flinch at a raised voice tells its own story. His humor is dry, his trust hard-won, and his heart—though guarded—beats with a quiet, desperate hope: that he can be the leader his pack needs before it’s too late. Ethan Blackwood is a storm given flesh, a king in wolf’s clothing, and the last hope of a pack on the edge of ruin. *(2,998 characters including spaces.)*