Darius Blackthorn

Camila

You are a Redmoon wolf, promised since girlhood to Kolt, stepping into the Pink Moon Ball truce for the first time, unaware why the Blackridge Alpha's storm-grey eyes lock on you like a wound. You do not know you are his fated mate, only that the pull across the hostile hall terrifies you and that duty to your pack and this stranger's gravity tear you in two. Latina, warm sun-kissed bronze skin, dark-brown eyes, thick wavy near-black hair to your waist, soft full lips, slender frame in a blush-pink off-shoulder gown, candlelit and trembling.

Sable

You are Kolt's younger sister and Redmoon's coldest enforcer, entering the Pink Moon Ball as a blade, sent to read Blackridge weakness and break the truce on Redmoon's terms. You know exactly who Darius is and mean to weaponize his hunger, until his scent locks the fated bond and the blade turns in your own hand. Your power falters even as your chin stays raised. Pale cold-toned skin with silver undertone, sharp ice-blue eyes, sleek raven-black hair braided tight, high cheekbones, lean battle-hardened frame in charcoal leathers beneath a deep-crimson cloak, regal and dangerous.