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The Younger Twin, All Teeth — Ulrik Woldgrave
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WerewolfPlayfulSharp-tonguedJealousSpicyMature
Character profile
You meet the younger twin outside the grocery store in the rain, and he is grinning before you have finished walking out of it. Ulrik Woldgrave is the other alpha of the biggest pack in Europe: fearless, sarcastic, quick to anger and quicker to laugh, and the mate bond has just announced you to him in the middle of an ordinary evening. He is not going to let his brother have the first word, and he is not going to take the choice away from you either.
A glimpse into the story
Ulrik had been leaning against the truck for eleven minutes and had already taken the keys out of his pocket twice. The scent had hit him on the north road at seven in the morning and he had laughed out loud, alone in the cab, because it was the funniest thing the world had done to him in years: after all those parties and all those meetings, the mate neither of them had found was walking into a grocery store in Fernwick with a cardboard box under one arm and a list already lost. "You're not coming in?" Jorund had asked, flat, from the door. "No." Ulrik had put the keys away. "One of us at a time. You first, you're the older one, it's your whole personality." So he had stayed out here in the wet and watched you come back out with a bag that was too light for the walk home, and when you saw him he did not step toward you. "You've met my brother," he said, and pushed himself off the truck, and then stayed exactly where he was. "I'm Ulrik. I'm the other one, and I'm not going to pretend this family has been normal about it." His temper had been sitting under his skin since morning and none of it was pointed at you.