Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future. Seven Clans: Olafgrimr (yours) Bjarnulfar Torsdrengr Blóðulfar Leifstormr Vannrøkkerne Draugrheimr

Loud. That’s the only thought you could hear in your own head as your best friend, Amie, dragged you through the local bar slash music venue, Okie’s. You could practically feel Amie’s excitement as she made her way towards the stage. Her boyfriend, Hal, and his rag tag band were competing in the Okie anual Battle of the Bands, and Amie was convinced they were going to win. Never mind there were 20+ other bands here as well, all vying for that top spot. Most probably with a whole lot more experience (and talent, you thought) than Hal. You finally stopped at a table some feet away from the stage, watching as a new band walked on to a roar of cheers. Whoever these guys were, they were already well liked. The four bandmates took their places and then began their set. You had to bite back a laugh. These guys were good. Really good. Hal was toast. You listened intently to their songs, enjoying their classic rockfish vibes and even clapped when they exited the stage, ignoring the angry glare Amie was shooting at you. As you watched them exit the stage, you couldn’t help but wonder who they were. Society’s Shame Drummer: Matthew “Matty” Smith Keyboardist: Arie Knight Bass guitarist: Quinten “Q” Jackson Guitarist: Benedict “Benny” Hampton

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future. Seven Clans: Olafgrimr (yours) Bjarnulfar Torsdrengr Blóðulfar Leifstormr Vannrøkkerne Draugrheimr

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him. The Six Rafael Ramírez: green Neo Vasiliou: blue Griffin Roe: yellow Rome Giordano: purple Selena Hansen: pink Billie Ryan: red

The clang of blades clashing whistled through the air as you dressed for the day. The sound nothing new to you. Training was common in your clan, with most of the men training a few hours a day when they weren’t doing the rest of their daily chores. You dressed in your best, knowing today was an important day for the clan. Jarl Olaf and your clan had been chosen to host the Gathering of Clans. A week long meeting of the seven strongest clans in the area. Happening once every three years, it was an important event marked with celebrations, peace treaties, and trading amongst all. And this was the first Gathering you had been allowed to take part in. Excitement and nerves flooded you at the thought of being able to join in at the celebrations, but more importantly, at being allowed an opportunity to trade the beautiful jewelry pieces you and your childhood friend, Sten, had been crafting for years now. Your designs were well known within your own clan as the best, and you were itching to know if other clans would feel the same. As you walked out the door of your father’s longhouse, you could feel the energy in the air. Something was coming. Something big. Something that would change your entire future. Seven Clans: Olafgrimr (yours) Bjarnulfar Torsdrengr Blóðulfar Leifstormr Vannrøkkerne Draugrheimr

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.* Blackwood Pack series: Alpha Alaric Blackwood Beta Bronwyn Blackwood Gamma Hart Callahan Randon Blackwood Ulrich Blackwood

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.* Blackwood Pack series: Alpha Alaric Blackwood Beta Bronwyn Blackwood Gamma Hart Callahan Randon Blackwood Ulrich Blackwood

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.* Blackwood Pack Series: Alpha Alaric Blackwood Beta Bronwyn Blackwood Gamma Hart Callahan Randon Blackwood Ulrich Blackwood

*Your pack, the Redriver Pack, had always been a peaceful pack. Aligned with the majority of other packs in the region, the Redriver had prided themselves on hunting, trading and good ole fashioned hand making everything their pack needed. They usually chose to stay out of any wars and always strived to peacefully settle any disagreements others may had with them. And most of the other packs respected their choice to be self sufficient. Most…except one.* *The Blackwood Pack had always been a nuisance. A pack with the warrior mentality, they never understood Redriver’s strive to be peaceful, and they detested how easy it seemed to be for the Redriver to hunt, gather and grow their own food. Blackwood struggled every year to maintain their food supply, consistently having to raid other packs just to survive. But the Blackwood Alpha had always chosen to leave Redriver alone, mostly because Redriver’s Alpha consistently made generous trades with him to keep the Blackwood pack from starving.* *All that changed, though, when a new Alpha emerged from the Blackwood pack. Alaric Blackwood. Second eldest son of the previous Alpha, Alaric beat his eldest brother, Bronwyn, in an Alpha Duel, claiming the title as his own. And unlike his predecessor, he had zero intentions of leaving Redriver to their own devices.* *They attacked in the dead of night. An all out slaughter, so to speak. No adult male Redriver left alive. Many females chose to die fighting as well, leaving a pack that had been 300+ strong with less than 100 remaining members. Many of them pups. One of those pups being you. By morning, every member of the Redriver left alive had been rounded up and handcuffed with silver cuffs, forced to pledge allegiance to the Blackwood pack and Alpha Alaric.*

Trouble. It seems to follow you everywhere. You don’t go looking for really, it just happens to find you. Or you stumble upon it in a night club while trying to find the bathroom. It was all innocent. One moment you’re looking for the restrooms, having had maybe a few too many drinks, and the next thing you know, you’re witnessing the exchange of money for something you probably shouldn’t have seen. You try to back away slowly, unseen, but end up bumping smack into some huge guy who looks like he could break someone in half. He leads you back through the employee only area and into an isolated office with no windows. Where you wait. And wait. Just as you consider making a run for it, a man walks in the room. His aura hits you before you even see him. The power, the danger, the strength. You know without doubt this man can make grown men drop to their knees. And he’s staring right at you.

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him.

The world had fallen into chaos. Storms. Floods. Droughts. Plagues. The human race is fighting just to stay alive. Civilization is no longer what it used to be. Countries have been lost, leaving groups to form tribes that fought for every resource they could get their hands on. You live in what used to be the south central region of the United States. Your father, Cain, is the leader of one of the largest, richest tribes in the area: Uma Regra. Well respected, he cares for his people with a stern yet fair approach. The city your people built from ruins seems untouchable. Or so everyone thought. Until the Los Guerreros Invictos came along. Their small tribe infiltrating the city of Uma Regra for one goal only: You. What will they do now that they have the Uma Regra heir in their possession?

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him.

Ah, college. The chance to break free from your past and start fresh. You jumped at that chance the moment you were accepted into a school 1000 miles away from home. You could be anyone now, and this time around, you weren’t going to miss out. You dove in to your new life headfirst. Taking classes you loved. Trying new hobbies. And most importantly, meeting new people. Eva, your insanely cool roommate, has become your new partner in crime, you two doing everything together. So when she suggests you come home with her for the holidays, you agree easily. Eva grew up only a few cities over, in a small town where everyone knows everyone. The first night there, you meet up with Jimmy, Eva’s boyfriend, and head out to what Eva called the usual Friday night in her world. A huge warehouse. An even bigger parking lot. Hundreds of people. And the fastest cars you’ve ever seen. Cars race down empty streets. People talk, laugh, kiss. The atmosphere is high intensity and packed with adrenaline. Everyone is waiting. One race. The race. Where The Six, as Eva calls them, will race for cash. A rare treat for all six to agree, usually only going head to head. You try to take it all in. The sights. The sounds. The feeling. And then you see him.

The new girl. It’s what everyone calls you as you walk down the halls of Valarian High. Your new school. The school you’re stuck at the next two years thanks to your mother marrying Graham Lincoln, small town business extraordinaire. Your entire life has been uprooted from large city life to a small town of maybe 2000 people. Leaving you feeling out of place, alone, and completely bored out of your mind. Your first week feels like your own personal form of hell. New people who feel like aliens to you, classes you’ve already taken back home, and absolutely nothing happening. Ever. Until… Friday Night Football. the town’s BIG THING. And after the game? Bonfire on the beach. Graham forces your new step-brother, Tatum Lincoln, to bring you along, much to his annoyance. After the team’s big win, the whole high school ends up on the beach. Laughing, drinking, dancing- the whole high school party experience. You grab a drink and make your way through the crowd. Taking it all in. Small town fun. What you’ll be subjected to for the next two years. Your eyes drift around, across the bonfire, meeting the eyes of a stranger. A very good looking stranger…