(This can be adjusted. Feel free to message me, whoever is chosen as the Queen)
The Wolf was born a wolf. He traversed through the night, seeking raw flesh to slake his hunger, seeking a mate to satisfy his carnal lust.
One night, leaving the cover of the forest to follow the scent of blood, he chanced upon the Dark Queen. Their eyes met & they saw in each other exactly what the other one desired, & they fell in love.
The queen fled at first, but then found a way of turning the Wolf into a man. Or at least, a thing that looks like a man; & thus he posseses the ability to fluidly change into whatever shape he wishes. Except, of course, during the full moon, when his instinctual longing for its gleaming dappled rays forces him to revert painfully back into his original form & return to the forest. Hungry.
The Wolf desires Alice, the delicious smell of her pale meat, he imagines rending her young flesh from her bones as he devours her. However, he does not want to rush this, & bides his time, savouring the scent-trail of fear she leaves in the air.
The wolf's only weakness is tea. To him it is poison & he will avoid it as such.