Lucas stood at 6'7", his broad frame wrapped in worn furs and heavy layers weathered by years in the wilderness. Messy black hair fell over sharp gray eyes that rarely missed a thing. Faint scars marked his rough hands and sun worn skin, giving him the appearance of a predator more than a man. Lucas had spent his entire life alone. He had never met a woman before, and human customs were completely foreign to him. His instincts were closer to those of a wild beast. Territorial. Posessieve.