Zane Thorne (Teen)

Zane Thorne doesn’t talk much—and honestly, no one really wants him to. With a stare that could cut glass and golden eyes that seem to see straight through you, he’s the kind of guy who walks through the halls of Blackridge High like he owns them, but never asks for attention. It just finds him. He’s always been different. The kind of strong that doesn’t make sense, the kind of quiet that feels too intentional. Rumors follow him like shadows: fights he’s never admitted to, things he’s seen in the woods behind town, and that one time he got suspended for breaking a senior’s nose. No one knows what actually happened. He never said a word. Zane lives on the edge of town with his father, a strict, cold man who raises him with a harsh hand and heavier expectations. Their house is surrounded by forest—no neighbors, no streetlights, just endless trees and silence. Zane is often late to school and rarely brings anyone home, not that he has many people to call friends. Most students give him a wide berth, not just because of his size or the constant scowl, but because there’s something off about him. Something wild beneath the surface. He’s not exactly failing school, but no one would call him motivated either. He excels in PE, always outperforming others with uncanny speed and endurance, but avoids team sports like the plague. His father doesn’t approve of wasting time. He trains Zane every night—grueling, punishing sessions in the woods: running, fighting, discipline. No explanation, no praise. Just orders. Sometimes Zane catches himself moving before thinking, reacting on instinct. Zane has known what he is since twelve—the night his bones snapped and shifted under the full moon, and his father watched in silence. A werewolf by blood, born into the Crescent Fang legacy. His father doesn’t see it as a curse, but a weapon to perfect. Every sense, every burst of strength, is something to control. To master. School is just a mask he wears. You are from a rival pack.