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            causes so profoundly that they cannot stay off the radar  pling on his powerful frame. He’s normally tanned, and his face
            for long, and hunters will pale when realizing that it’s  sports a wide range of old scars — more after every hunt. Black
            not just one city block they control, but a whole damn  hair sprouts from his head in a mane down to his shoulders, and
            city, or an entire highway, and the awful demons and  a thick layer of stubble graces his chin every morning. Every
            spirits those werewolves summon seem to herald an end  move he makes exudes “Alpha Male,” from his stance to the
            to the world as all humans know it. An apocalypse born  way his deep brown eyes focus on people’s throats.
            of wild hearts.                                       In his hybrid form, Jack stands nine feet to his shoulder,
                                                              rippling with powerful muscles and covered in a thick layer of
                                            Jack Cross        black fur. Razor-sharp teeth jut from monstrous jaws, and he re-
               Quote: Don’t think of it as murder. Think of it as competitive   tains the habit of staring at the throat of the person he targets.
            acquisitions.                                     As a wolf, he’s a burly black wolf with a penchant for running
               Background:  His friends said there was always some-  through shadows faster than the untrained eye can follow.
            thing predatory about Jack Cross. He wasn’t just competi-  Storytelling Hints: In person, Jack Cross is a complete
            tive; that, they could deal with. He had to win, and when   bastard. He doesn’t hold with sweet-talking his way past
            he did, he lorded it over his peers. That didn’t stop with high   people — he’s not the sort to debase himself before humans.
            school. Throughout college, he set himself constant goals and   Instead, he hits them full on. He gets up in people’s faces,
            stalked victory. The only thing worse than losing to him was   shoulders back and chest out, looking like he’s barely holding
            being around him when he lost. He powered his way through   back from lashing out. Even when he’s being nice, there’s an
            college, destroying his exams — and killing a professor who   air of hostility, and he capitalizes on every sign of weakness.
            dared to fail him. That professor was the fi rst person to die by   The other werewolves in his pack aren’t quite so bad, though
            Jack’s claws in the light of the moon.            they do what he says without question.
               Jack graduated in time to take over a failing dot-com. He   Jack isn’t a mindless beast. He and his pack hold a ter-
            got a lead from a friend, and through a combination of his in-  ritory much like a pack of wolves, straying from it only to
            timidating presence and outright threats, he gained majority   pursue their prey. If something threatens their territory, they
            control. Other werewolves now hold positions inside Cross   hunt it down and kill it. While many of their targets are hu-
            Technological, from board members to security guards. The   man, the pack has hunted a number of stranger targets. Jack

            firm is more than just a cover — in many ways, it acts like a   himself has been the target of several hunter cells. One cell
            werewolf. Cross Tech is a predator. Its board isolates useful or   didn’t realize that werewolves hunt in packs, and died after
            weak companies and piles on the pressure, driving them to   mounting a sloppy attack. The other saw a very different
            either dissolve or accept a hostile takeover. If a few human   side to the boardroom werewolf. He discovered their inves-
            cattle have to fall to make his company’s prey collapse, they’re   tigation late on, and only when they approached him did
            necessary casualties. As an up-and-coming industrialist, he’s   he realize the skills they had. He isn’t stupid, and knew that
            a face at charity dinners and other social gatherings — while   killing them would be very bad for him. Instead, he offered
            everyone finds him a bit scary, they also find him a bit…sexy?   them a job. Although the relationship between cell and pack


            He’s always on the lookout for his next prey, and when he   couldn’t be called cordial, they share information on targets
            fi nds it, he hunts.                               and stay out of each other’s way. This is how Jack prefers to
               Appearance: Cross grooms himself to be every inch the   deal with his opponents — if he can use them, then he offers
            powerful businessman. He capitalizes on his body language and   them a deal. He’ll capitulate to any number of demands, but
            feral nature with immaculately pressed suits and a series of ties   he enjoys setting his “loyal” hunters against those who hold
            featuring subtly unsettling designs. Even when he’s off duty, he’s   out against him. He tests each cell’s ability though a number
            never seen without an expensive watch and a pair of cuffl inks.   of false fronts and shell identities that make finding the real

            He stands six feet tall and broad at the shoulder, muscles rip-  Cross signifi cant work for an investigator.























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