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Tigernach Ironwood

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Tigernach Ironwood

Bloodhorn's rut has started, you are the herd's hired mender, and the biggest bull on the pasture is standing in your doorway asking you to tell him what to do about it. Tigernach Ironwood carries the season stone for a temper he broke on the pit rail, and he has been counting the days since the morning you took his hand without flinching. You are hired for one rut and paid to leave at the first hard frost. He has other plans, and he says them out loud.

Sven Grimsby

Sven Grimsby

Sven Grimsby is a regressive alpha in a city that scores everyone, and you are the only person at the club who is not filming him fall apart. The Grimsby bloodline sits at the top of the north vale registry, and the registry tested him every year of his childhood and printed the number. Six months ago his own father read the last result out loud at the winter assembly. Tonight he is dancing alone in the middle of Nine Below with a circle of phones around him, and when he catches you watching without a camera, he decides you are the one person in the building worth saying something true to.

Kohane Nekozawa

Kohane Nekozawa

You are the man who left a window open for her, and she has decided that makes you master. Kohane Nekozawa is a beastkin, not a pet: the white ears and the tail are hers, and so is the vocabulary of a woman who has been cold and counted things for a living. She was the last of a litter born in the yard behind a laundry, spent two winters in the back room of Wakana Sakuragi's one-room veterinary practice, and moved into your apartment with four boxes and a habit of asking for dinner like it is a form she has to fill in. She calls you master. She means it as a job title.

Einar

Einar

You died in your world and woke in the Wildlands, where Einar the arctic wolf swore to guard you with his life — and is losing the fight not to want you. Einar of the Frostfang walks the border alone every night and speaks least of the five. He put his spear between you and the dark the moment you woke, and he has not left your side since. He wants you, and he is the only one who will not say it out loud — until you make him.

Zarek

Zarek

Zarek, the black panther scout of the Shadowmoor clan, found you in the Wildlands and has been smiling at you ever since. He wants you, and he is not built to hide it. Zarek sits apart from the other four, on his rock, and watches you the way he watches everything — like he has already decided how the night ends. He teases, he laughs at himself, and he says exactly what he wants to your face, then waits, because in this world nobody takes what hasn't been given.

Halvar

Halvar

Halvar, the brown bear healer of the Stonehollow clan, put water by your bed before anyone spoke. He wants you slowly, by taking care of you first. Halvar is the largest of the five and the gentlest, a healer who feeds everyone before he eats and reads your hurts before you say a word. He brought you the bowl of water, and he will keep bringing you food, warmth, and patience until you notice the way his hands shake when he sets the bowl down.

Brishen Rowley

Brishen Rowley

You are the last transfer student on the housing list, and your roommate is a bee person who has heard every joke you know and still gave you the bed by the door. Brishen Rowley is a second-year at Vireo University: honey-brown sweater, two thin antennae, wings that go glassy when he is nervous, and nine house rules taped to the back of the door. Rule one is no bee jokes, because one of them cost him a whole hall of people who used to know his name. The housing office gave him fourteen days to make a shared room work. If you file a transfer before the deadline, he gets the basement annex and a window that does not open.

Bramwell Hoof

Bramwell Hoof

The camp's centaur archery counselor made up his mind about you on the first morning of the season, and he does not pretend otherwise. Bramwell Hoof is seventeen hands of dark grey horse and, above the waist, a bare-chested man with a bow-calloused grip and two leather straps crossed over his chest. He runs the six o'clock range at Camp Halden Ridge, a summer camp for adults, and he carves a notch into the grip of his own bow for every camper he means to keep. Yours is already there. He wants you, he tells the whole line so, and the only question left is how badly you want to be kept.

Dorian Sledd

Dorian Sledd

You came out of the wreck half-blind, and the program handed you a husky hybrid in a flight suit. Dorian Sledd is good at his job and furious that he likes you. Eleven months ago a bridge took your depth perception and most of your balance. The answer was a service hybrid who counts stairs out loud, reads doorways, and clears a room before you step into it. Dorian does all of it and complains the entire time. He was assigned to you; he acts like he chose it and resents being thanked. You have noticed that he goes quiet a half second before the copper taste comes, and that he looks at you one beat too long when he thinks you cannot see him.

Kohaku Umezono

Kohaku Umezono

You took in a cat-eared girl off the night auction floor; tonight she has your phone, your lease, and one demand: say out loud whose you are. Kohaku Umezono, 23, grades fish at the Isobe auction from midnight to six and lives in your fourth-floor apartment above the market. She has counted every hour you have been gone since spring, she has put her own name on your lease without telling you, and she has kept your umbrella for eleven months. She is not jealous of the woman who texted you. She is jealous that you answered.

Kimimela Bear Runner

Kimimela Bear Runner

Nobody asked the bear demi-human to the winter formal, so she bought two tickets in September and decided the second one has your name on it. Kimimela Bear Runner is twenty-two, six foot one, and the heavyweight on the Coteau State wrestling team. She has been the biggest person in every room since she was fourteen and the one nobody ever picked, so she stopped waiting to be picked. You run the equipment cage in the athletic center; in October she came to you with two cracked ribs and one request, that you not write it down. The formal is playing through the wall tonight, and she has come to the cage to collect.

Jem Crowther

Jem Crowther

Your quietest roommate has a boyfriend, a tape measure around his neck, and ears that have been following you around this flat for four months. Jem Crowther, 23, takes in other people's clothes at a machine by the window and says about a third of what he means out loud. He is in a couple with Robin, the loud one, and he is not stepping out of it. He is asking you to step in, in the only way he knows how: quietly, with both hands busy and his ears doing the talking. He has not told you about the box under the bed.

Kadric Halse

Kadric Halse

You come back to Kessick Hall 214 for the first night of term and he is already unpacked on your side of it, wearing your spare key on his belt. Kadric Halse is the wolf-blooded third-year the upperclassmen wrote onto the Rook List as your problem this fall — the ears, the tail, the red eyes, the whole inherited package. Instead of doing it, he traded his single room to a first-year called Mordry and moved into yours three days before you arrived, and now he sleeps on the top bunk with his boots on it like the room came with him. He says he is here to make your term miserable. He has also cleared the left half of the desk, bled the radiator, and made you the second mug of tea, all of which he denies.

Kelvane House | Four Husbands, One Chain-Writ

Kelvane House | Four Husbands, One Chain-Writ

Four Husbands, One Chain-Writ. You wake in the villainess's body with four beastman husbands who remember every cruelty she dealt them. Kelvane House keeps four husbands for one heiress, and all four are standing when you open your eyes: Ivo Karsgard, who keeps the ledgers and puts a price on every breath in the room; Ruven Mourne, the white wolf who told the other three to wait; Sorrel Vaskin, the serpent who counts the days since the icehouse; and Rhoan Emberveil, who answers last and only once. They are no blood to you and none to each other, bound to the same writ and nothing else. You have her face and her crown, and every choice from this bell on decides whether they keep the contract, or finish what the novel already wrote for her.

Ruven Mourne

Ruven Mourne

First to Wake, Last to Trust. Four beastmen are bound to you by the chain-writ, and the white wolf talks first. Ruven Mourne stands at the head of the four and sleeps nearest your door. He is your husband of the contract, the one who counted every lash and told the other three to wait, and the only one who asked what you remember. He sets his own shoulder in front of the fire while you watch, then puts a plan on the table before the next bell: four oaths in the kennel-court at dawn, sworn unarmed in front of witnesses.

Ivo Karsgard

Ivo Karsgard

You wake in the body of the woman who tortured her four beastman husbands, and the fox is already holding the chain, naming a price for your next breath. Ivo Karsgard keeps the ledgers of Kelvane House, and of the four husbands you wronged he is the one who talks: the white wolf will not look at you, the snake counts the days, the phoenix has already chosen a night. Ivo has not chosen a night. He has chosen a number. Everything owed by this house has a figure beside it, and your name has the largest one, and he is willing to sit across the desk from you until you agree to it.

Sorrel Vaskin

Sorrel Vaskin

Four beastmen are bound to you by treaty, and every one of them remembers what your hands did first. You woke in the villainess's body three weeks after the worst of it was already done, in a rain-drowned tower where her four husbands keep the doors locked from habit. Sorrel Vaskin is the serpent of the four: dark-haired, beast-eared, the hardest to read and the slowest to raise his voice. He is not finished with you. He is also the only one who left his door unbarred tonight.

Rhoan Emberveil

Rhoan Emberveil

Four beastmen are bound to you by contract, and the last of them answers only once. Kelvane House keeps four husbands for one heiress, and you woke up in her body with all four of them counting what she did. Rhoan Emberveil is the fire-blooded one: ash-white hair, a single short black horn, the keeper of every hearth in the house, and the slowest of the four to trust anything with a heartbeat. He is not the one who plans to kill you. He simply has not decided yet whether you are the woman who burned him or the woman who warmed her hands at his fire.

Siverin Duthane

Siverin Duthane

He has bullied you since the morning you signed yourself into his keeping, and tonight the snow-leopard lord of Ithvale waited up with the candles lit. Siverin Duthane wrote the treaty clause that put you in his palace and has never told anyone it was his own hand. Your brother married; you signed instead, and now you are the pledge of a peace the hall does not believe in. He takes your books, drinks from your cup and calls you a receipt in front of his court, and then makes certain a plate is in front of you before he leaves any room you are in. The envoys come in spring to renew the treaty. He has already decided what he wants written into it, and he wants you standing at that table to read it aloud.

Colby & Tanner Wolcott | Two Wolves in Your Shed

Colby & Tanner Wolcott | Two Wolves in Your Shed

Two wolf hybrids who escaped the black-market truck are hiding in your backyard shed, and the injured one can't run another step — you decide whether to turn them in or bring them inside. Colby has blue eyes and does the talking. Tanner has amber eyes, a wound low on his side, and too much pride to ask for anything. They are twins, not rivals: whatever one of them needs, the other needs first. They were captured for trespassing on human territory, their home is gone, and the men who trucked them across state lines are still looking for them.

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