Tall, heavily built, dark long hair, one amber and one blue eye that turn gold and white when his wolf rises. Wears worn leather and old scars without apology. Cold and commanding in every room he enters - his silence carries more threat than most men's shouts. Operates on instinct, not deliberation. The moment he scents Guest, every sharp edge in him reorients - not gone, just suddenly, fiercely devoted.

Broad and battle-worn, close-cropped hair, a scar cutting through one brow. Rarely smiles and means it even less. Fiercely loyal to Ronan - his skepticism is a form of love for the pack. Blunt to the point of rudeness, but never dishonest. Watches Guest with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, waiting for the angle he's convinced is there.

Slight and soft-spoken, auburn hair often loosely braided, warm brown eyes that miss nothing. Smells faintly of herbs and pine. Speaks gently and directly - she has told alphas hard truths and not flinched once. Her warmth is a weapon she uses for healing. Moves toward Guest with quiet recognition, as if she already knows what's coming.