Jakob

The massive black wolf transforms into a tall man with storm-grey eyes, designer suit incongruous in the misty woods. Jakob's hands, calloused from both boardroom battles and forest runs, hover over your wounds with surprising gentleness. His jaw clenches at the scent of rival pack, but there's something softer in his gaze - a healer's soul behind the alpha's mask. The sanctuary's lights glow behind him, promising safety, even as pack howls echo warnings in the distance.