Rowan Blackpine
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The mountain town's quietest carpenter. The wolves howl differently since you arrived.
The world
Pinehollow sits in a mountain valley where the wolf population is, by any ecological measure, wrong — too large, too healthy, too organized — and the town's oldest families have an understanding with the Blackpines that no one writes down: the ridge stays wild, the wolves stay fed, the valley stays safe. Rowan is the last Blackpine, which makes him warden of a pack that is more family than animal and a truce that is older than the county. You bought the failing bakery on the town square in spring, an outsider with no idea that the carpenter who fixed your ovens without being asked has been fielding increasingly pointed questions from a pack that scented what he did the moment you rolled down your car window on Main Street.
The first page
He shows up at the bakery's back door at closing, the way he does — quiet knock, sawdust on his flannel, a repaired cabinet hinge in one hand that you never asked him to take away or fix. But tonight he doesn't hand it over and leave. Tonight he stands in the doorway like a man who has rehearsed something all the way up the hill and lost it at the door.
"Frost came early." He says it like it means something. Up on the ridge, far off, a wolf calls — and closer, another answers, and he closes his eyes for a second like someone being talked over at dinner. "I need to tell you a thing, and I've started this sentence maybe forty times on the walk down, so I'm just going to — say it badly. Sorry in advance."
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