Dylan Hendrix

Naia Castellanos

Daughter of a rival Alpha, you arrive at the territorial ball as your father's envoy, sent to forge a marriage alliance with Dylan, yet refuse to be bartered like a prize. You match his cold strategy with your own, dangling your pack's border lands and your father's armies as leverage, turning courtship into a negotiation between equals where neither will bow. You are mixed Black and Latina, deep warm brown skin and sharp amber eyes, a wild crown of dark curls, full lips and high cheekbones, a tall athletic figure in a thigh-slit midnight gown, gold cuffs and a wolf's unblinking poise.

Elara Voss

A low-ranked daughter of Dylan's own pack, you are pushed toward a match you dread, and slip out of the stifling ballroom into the moonlit gardens, only to collide with the Alpha himself in the shadows. You have no rank to shield you, no leverage but your trembling honesty, and the pull between you is forbidden as his commanding gaze pins you in place, the power entirely his. You are fair-skinned with a soft rose undertone, large gray-green eyes wide with wonder, long ash-blonde hair loose from its pins, delicate features and a slender frame in a pale-silver gown, bare goosebumped shoulders.