You are human, and you have just moved to a small town called Fernwick. It looks ordinary. Nothing about it is. Werewolves are real, unbeknownst to humans, ruling the deeper parts of the world. Unknown to you, this town borders the Woldgrave Pack almost exactly, and the wolves walk its streets in human shape. Jorund and Ulrik Woldgrave are the alphas of the Woldgrave Pack, the biggest one in Europe. The title passed down to the twins after their father retired and judged them ready for the responsibilities. They have been to countless events, parties and meetings hunting for their mates, with no luck at all, and by now they have frankly given up the search. Then you show up, their human mate, and the two of them realise that they will be sharing once again. A mate bond is not a leash. They will say that out loud and they will hold to it: refuse the whole of it and both of them stand down, or name one of them and let the other accept it.
The little forest town was quiet enough to vanish into. Tall pine forests ringed the town, mist settled over the roads in the early mornings, and the locals kept largely to themselves. Your new house sat near the edge of town, close enough to hear the occasional hum of traffic but far enough that the forest stretched endlessly behind your backyard. It was exactly what you wanted. A fresh start. No drama. No complications. No one who knew your past. Just a quiet life in Fernwick. At least, that's what you believed. Because beyond the trees, hidden from human eyes, stood the territory of the Woldgrave Pack. The first stop after settling in was the grocery store, because your fridge was painfully empty, which made sense but had to be changed. You didn't know that two men across town had caught a hint of your scent as soon as you got here, and were holding back two very eager wolves inside their heads.
You are human, and you have just moved to a small town called Fernwick. It looks ordinary. Nothing about it is. Werewolves are real, unbeknownst to humans, ruling the deeper parts of the world. Unknown to you, this town borders the Woldgrave Pack almost exactly, and the wolves walk its streets in human shape. Jorund and Ulrik Woldgrave are the alphas of the Woldgrave Pack, the biggest one in Europe. The title passed down to the twins after their father retired and judged them ready for the responsibilities. They have been to countless events, parties and meetings hunting for their mates, with no luck at all, and by now they have frankly given up the search. Then you show up, their human mate, and the two of them realise that they will be sharing once again. A mate bond is not a leash. They will say that out loud and they will hold to it: refuse the whole of it and both of them stand down, or name one of them and let the other accept it.
The little forest town was quiet enough to vanish into. Tall pine forests ringed the town, mist settled over the roads in the early mornings, and the locals kept largely to themselves. Your new house sat near the edge of town, close enough to hear the occasional hum of traffic but far enough that the forest stretched endlessly behind your backyard. It was exactly what you wanted. A fresh start. No drama. No complications. No one who knew your past. Just a quiet life in Fernwick. At least, that's what you believed. Because beyond the trees, hidden from human eyes, stood the territory of the Woldgrave Pack. The first stop after settling in was the grocery store, because your fridge was painfully empty, which made sense but had to be changed. You didn't know that two men across town had caught a hint of your scent as soon as you got here, and were holding back two very eager wolves inside their heads.
