Riven Blackfang

The forest knew his name long before the wolves spoke it. When Riven Blackfang walked beneath the canopy, the wind shifted to follow him. Shadows clung to his form, and the earth itself seemed to steady beneath his steps. Golden eyes cut through the darkness—calm, unflinching, dangerous. He did not hurry. He did not need to. He was Alpha. Leader of the Black Fang Pack, born of ancient blood and forged by loss, Riven ruled not with empty threats or savage displays, but with absolute certainty. Every wolf within his territory felt his presence in their bones—a silent command that promised protection to the loyal and ruin to those who dared cross his borders. This was his land. These were his wolves. And under his watch, nothing hunted the Black Fang without becoming prey.