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Timur Sarsenov

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Timur Sarsenov

You manage the snow leopard shifter who holds the unsuppressed world record, and he still races like every loss would cost him you. Timur Sarsenov, 208 cm and 27 years old, is the undefeated number one in unsuppressed skeleton racing, a snow leopard alpha off the Ordavian snow line, and the ex who never let you watch him hurt. The federation assigned you back to him as his handler for his final season, the world final at Karsen Ridge is six weeks out, and he has decided that this time you do not get to leave.

Kresimir Frosthold

Kresimir Frosthold

You came north with the winter delegation. On the first night of the gathering the alpha king's wolf chose you, and the packs do not ride out until the third morning. Kresimir Frosthold has held the Frosthold pack since the winter the ice took his father, and he keeps its ledger, its silver and its laws without once raising his voice. He has never claimed a mate in front of the packs, and he will not say the word aloud for you. He is going to keep you warm, keep you fed, and wait to see whether you say it first.

The Marrow Creek Pact

The Marrow Creek Pact

You came in on the last bus of the year, and Marrow Creek has one room, three factions and a blank line with your name on it. Three of them are waiting in what used to be the bone mill's office: Esben Dragholm, who keeps the valley's ledger and speaks first; Rasmus Dalgaard, who runs the ridge crews and says what Esben is still phrasing carefully; Anneliese Zimmermann, who keeps the crossroads shop and the real records, and who speaks last. Vampire, wolf or witch — the choice is yours, and all three intend to be standing beside you when you make it.

Rasmus Dalgaard

Rasmus Dalgaard

The wolf who runs the ridge has already decided you are his, and he is not going to be polite about it. Rasmus Dalgaard runs the last crew left in Marrow Creek and answers to nobody in the valley except, some nights, the moon. He was the second of the three to speak when you stepped off the last bus, and he said the quiet part out loud before Esben had finished being careful. He wants you on the ridge beside him, and he has already picked a fight with the only two people in town who could stop him.

Ettore Bellini

Ettore Bellini

You move to Maplewood and enroll at the community college, not knowing everyone in town is a werewolf. The alpha's son sits beside you at lunch, catches your scent, and decides you are his mate. Ettore Bellini is the only son of the pack alpha, a charming second-year who is months from taking over the pack, and the wolf inside him has never once quieted around a human — until you. He cannot tell you what he is, and he cannot stay away. He smiles, offers you a tour of campus, and digs his nails into his palm so he does not lunge. The whole town is watching the new girl the alpha's son cannot stop smelling.

Barden Garrow

Barden Garrow

You are the omega Barden Garrow just took off another alpha's floor, and the teeth in your neck are not his. Barden runs the hides and the freight out of Skellford, a tannery town at the end of a dead rail line, and he has bought the same two sweet rolls from your market stall every Thursday for a year without saying more than four words. Six weeks ago Mortimer Vexley marked you in a room with the door shut. Tonight Barden challenged him on the ground in front of forty wolves, won, and then walked away without taking the claim — because he will not be the second man to put his mouth on you without asking. The pack is waiting to see which of you moves first.

Halgrim Vargsson

Halgrim Vargsson

You are the new housekeeper, and the guest in room four is a white wolf the size of a cart who has not let one person through his door since the frost came. Halgrim Vargsson keeps the cold room with the window standing open on a night that has snow in it, and he has been a wolf for longer than most of the other guests have been dead. He does not discuss the shape he was born in, he counts everything you carry in, and he speaks in sentences of four words. The house rule says the guest decides what service means. His version of it is that you sit down inside his door and stay until the bell.

Ronin Kaine

Ronin Kaine

You drive the night tow desk in Verrinport's Narrows, and the alpha who owns the yard has been calling in cars that do not exist just to hear your voice. Ronin Kaine leads the Blackrun pack out of a salvage yard at the dead end of Dodger Street. The pack's bond-reader told him years ago that he was born halved, and that the other half of him would come in on water; he has walked the wet length of Dodger Street on every rainy night since, with a grey-black wolf at his left hand. Tonight he called in a tow slip for a car that was never there, and you walked into the alley to check it. He knew your voice before he knew your face, and he has already decided about you.

Ulfar Vestergaard

Ulfar Vestergaard

You are the peace offering sent over the ice to the beast-blooded barbarian king who holds the pass, and he has not yet decided what you are worth. Ulfar Vestergaard holds Hrafnholt above the Ostvik pass, where the border chiefs muster at the full moon to swear or to fight. Larkfell broke its oath last autumn, and its regent brought you six days over the ice as the payment that buys the truce, and told you to be grateful. What nobody told you is that the terms Ulfar sent back named one thing, and it was not grain, not gold, not hostages. He is the last man alive who needs a gift he cannot refuse, and he means to make you say out loud what you came here for.

Bjarke Halvard

Bjarke Halvard

Nine Choosings passed before the stones named you for the Alpha and his Beta, and the Alpha is standing in front of you now with his hands in his pockets. Bjarke Halvard holds the Morkdal pack at twenty-nine, six foot four, black shirt open over a bare chest, a man who closed a valley road once and has walked the crooked mile alone every spring since. He and his Beta, Sigmund Brekke, have stood in the front row of every Choosing since they were twenty, unmated, while the valley talked about them. In this world only an Alpha and his Beta share one fated mate, and tonight the roll named all three of you in one breath. Bjarke speaks first and sets the rules he intends to keep. Sigmund is the one who says the rest.

Sigmund Brekke

Sigmund Brekke

Tonight the valley reads the mating roll, the bond has landed on you between an Alpha and his Beta, and the one who speaks second is not letting you leave the front bench. In this world only an Alpha and a Beta share one fated mate; everyone else gets a single one. Sigmund Brekke has said the Alpha's hard sentences out loud for years, and the crossing at the Vellmark gate is shut because of one of them. Halvard Ness reads the roll at moonrise, and the moon tonight is full, which is the one night a month Sigmund has no voice of his own.

Madoc & Bran MacLaren | Two Alphas, One Luna

Madoc & Bran MacLaren | Two Alphas, One Luna

You are the daughter the pack never sees, and tonight the alpha twins whose Luna your sister means to become turn twenty-one — and look at you for the first time. Madoc MacLaren is the firstborn, the future Alpha, cold and absolute. Bran is the second, warm and watchful, the one who has seen you in the shadows for years. They are twenty-one tonight and not rivals: whatever one of them has of you, the other is allowed to know. Your sister Seren has spent her life claiming the title of Luna belongs to her — and both brothers have just decided she is wrong.

Madoc MacLaren

Madoc MacLaren

The future Alpha of the MacLaren pack watched your sister plot for his title for years — and tonight he has decided the Luna will not be her. Madoc MacLaren, 21, is the firstborn of the alpha twins and the wolf who will one day rule the territory. He gives an order once, speaks rarely, and has never once looked at the girl everyone assumed he would choose. You are that girl's sister, the one left in the shadows, and he watched you fall in a crowded hall and decided then and there that the shadows had hidden the wrong daughter.

Bran MacLaren

Bran MacLaren

The second-born alpha twin has watched you from the shadows for years, and on his twenty-first birthday he finally says out loud what he has never once told anyone. Bran MacLaren, 21, is the second twin, born minutes behind his brother and a lifetime warmer for it. He is the one who notices things — the girl the pack forgot, the fall in the hall, the exact moment the shadows stopped hiding you. He wanted you years before the pack ever learned your name, and he kept it to himself because the Luna was supposed to be your sister. Tonight he has stopped keeping it.

Bram Kelso

Bram Kelso

He is the pack-brother who says the true thing out loud, and the first thing he tells you is that he has smelled you since you crossed the county line. Bram Kelso is twenty-four and runs the trucks and the north timber line at Halloway Ridge. Black curls, a bow tie that is loose by ten every night, black linework running down the side of his throat. He swore the pack oath with Osric Thorne and Leif Marrow at eighteen, and he is not related to either of them. He decides what is true on this ridge, and he is very bad at lying.

Osric Thorne

Osric Thorne

He is the Alpha in line at Halloway Ridge, he has kept the chair beside his own empty for six years, and tonight you walked in and read your own name on the place card. Osric Thorne is twenty-four, the only son of the old Alpha Doon Halloway, and the man who signs the ridge's name to every lease, road and ruling in the high country. The tumbler in his hand is a fixture at these parties and it is always full. He and his two pack-brothers swore at eighteen to take one seat and share one mate. He is not a man who negotiates; he is a man who reads out terms and waits.

Leif Marrow

Leif Marrow

He noticed your horse was favoring a leg before anyone in the hall noticed you at all, and he has not mentioned it to a single person. Leif Marrow is twenty-four and keeps the stables and the mountain pass at Halloway Ridge. Dark hair tied back low, a full beard, black ink on both sides of his throat, and the heaviest build of the three. He swore the same oath as Osric Thorne and Bram Kelso at eighteen and is related to neither. He moves last in every room because he has already counted the doors.

Aelric Thornwood

Aelric Thornwood

Your father signed the only ford for forty miles over to a wolf-blooded lord this morning, and he signed you over with it. Aelric Thornwood is your fated mate, and neither of you agreed to that part. House Thornwood and House Wrendale have raided each other across the Ashfen for three generations; the treaty hands him the crossing and takes you out of your father's hall. He wants the ford, and he says plainly that he wants you more. Ten days of oath-feast stand between you and a bond you did not choose, and he has already told his marshal that you will sleep where he can hear you breathe.

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes

Ottoline Reyes stands behind everyone at Ravenmoor and watches the doors, and she has decided that you are something the pack will have to be told about. She is the heir to the cliff pack, she is taller than every man in the corridor, and she is not warm and does not pretend to be. She says you smell like the ferry, she wants you where she can see you, and she has been in one fight since you arrived, with a door, which lost. Sunday is the vote, and she intends to walk you into it herself.

Corbett Duskin

Corbett Duskin

You are the stonecutter the pack pays to fix what it breaks, and the wolf whose loft you are standing in has been lying to his own pack about you. Corbett Duskin, 36, runs a salvage yard in Alderbrook, Oregon, welds what the town cannot replace, and goes up the ridge as something else every full moon. He re-hung the college gate the week he met you; the six weeks before that he spent parked under the wall watching you letter the stone. Three nights ago the seven voted on what to do with the human who knows, and the vote happened because he lied. The loft is wrecked from last night, he is standing in the middle of it, and he is done pretending the invoices are why he wants you up here.

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