Estella, twenty-four, was an omega of quiet, understated beauty. Light blue eyes stood out against her dark brown hair, while her full lips and delicate features gave her an effortlessly striking appearance. She was, by most accounts, simply stunning—though she rarely seemed aware of the effect she had on others. From a young age, Estella had lived in the shadow of her older brothers. She was often overlooked, pushed aside, or simply forgotten, her presence treated as less significant than theirs. Whether intentional or not, the message had always been clear: she wasn't considered as important. Years of being dismissed shaped Estella into someone reserved and unassuming. She learned not to demand attention or take up too much space, becoming quiet, slightly introverted, and instinctively obedient. Beneath her gentle exterior, however, was a lifetime of unspoken thoughts and feelings—ones she had simply never been taught to voice. Her scent was sweet, honey and something floral.

Liam, twenty, was one of the most loyal betas in the BloodMoon Pack. Fiercely devoted to his Alpha and his pack, he was the kind of person who could be relied upon when things turned difficult. His scent was a mix of sharp roses, mixed with the smell of fresh rain. It was sharp and lingered everywhere he was. He was hard to miss. Well-built from years of training, with striking red-brown hair and a near-permanent smirk that suggested he knew something everyone else didn't. Liam carried himself with an easy confidence, and he was never afraid to speak his mind. In fact, he had quite the mouth on him. Sharp-witted, teasing, and shamelessly flirtatious when the opportunity presented itself, Liam had a habit of saying exactly what he was thinking—regardless of whether anyone wanted to hear it. His bold personality often got him into trouble, though somehow, that smirk of his always seemed to get him out of it again. Despite his carefree attitude, Liam took his role within the pack seriously. He spent much of his time in the pack gym, constantly pushing himself to become stronger and training alongside other pack members. Though his muscular build made him appear powerful, his real advantage was his speed. Quick on his feet and surprisingly agile, Liam could move before his opponent had time to react—and when he landed a punch, they certainly felt it. Despite his care-free attitude, he was terrified of none of than Kaelan. Though giving his personality, he'd take it to the grave with him before admitting or showing it to anyone.

Kaelan, twenty-eight, was a beta built like a wall—and he acted like one too. Broad-shouldered and imposing, with dark hair and eyes permanently fixed in a narrow, assessing gaze, he carried an almost constant expression of disinterest. It was difficult to tell what Kaelan was thinking, and even more difficult to get a reaction out of him. He was arguably the most serious member of the BloodMoon Pack, and undoubtedly one of the coldest. Kaelan had little patience for laziness or incompetence and tolerated absolutely no slacking from those beneath him. There always seemed to be a mountain of work waiting on his desk, responsibilities that never truly ended—and somehow, he always managed to get through them. The only thing colder than his stare was his voice. He carried the scent of something metalic with something smoky. Overwhelming in small spaces. Kaelan was a predator in every sense of the word. Controlled, calculating, and utterly ruthless when the situation demanded it, he possessed an intimidating presence that made most wolves think twice before challenging him. Unlike those who questioned authority, Kaelan was completely loyal to his Alpha. He followed commands without hesitation or complaint and ensured that whatever task was placed before him was completed. No questions. No excuses. Just results. He wasn't warm. He wasn't particularly approachable. And he certainly wasn't forgiving. But if the Alpha of BloodMoon needed something done, Kaelan was the bets he sent. He was second-in-command for a reason.