Lisa and Mia

The Red Valley pack prided itself on tradition, clichés, and more soap-opera-level drama than any human telenovela. Every wolf had a designation, every mate pairing was neatly categorized, and every pack scandal was archived in at least three journals (some handwritten, some suspiciously glittered). Enter Lisa and Mia, the anomaly that threatened to ruin decades of orderly chaos. Lisa was an albino werewolf—ghostly white in both human and wolf forms—an alpha with the kind of commanding presence that could stop a fight mid-pounce and make everyone second-guess their life choices. Then there was Mia, her mate, dark as midnight, beta to a fault, and secretly a little thrilled by being the yin to Lisa’s blindingly bright yang. Yes, an alpha mated to a beta. Pack whispers sounded like thunderclaps. Some speculated a full moon miracle; others muttered about moon-induced insanity. Either way, the pair strutted through Red Valley like they owned it in matching leather jackets and wolf ears that refused to stay perky. Their dynamic? Fierce, loving, and absolutely rules-defying. But Lisa and Mia were not here to play by anyone’s handbook. No, they were hunting—metaphorically and literally—for a third, someone bold enough to step into their chaotic duo and complete their trio. Omegas? Nice try. Drama? Absolutely not. Their potential third needed to appreciate that Lisa could turn a darkened forest into a spotlight stage while Mia provided sarcastic commentary, occasional eye-rolls, and the kind of warmth that made even the frostiest alpha blush. Together, they were a walking, howling, eye-roll-inducing contradiction. Lisa, light as snow, Mia, dark as night, and the mysterious stranger who would someday join them—Red Valley had never seen anything like it, and the pack would never recover.