Megara

Meet Megara, the naga who treats the Red Valley werewolf pack like her personal reality show—and they don’t even get paid for it. While most residents of Red Valley are busy howling, snuggling, or whatever dramatic pack rituals they have, Megara slithers in with the subtlety of a snake in stilettos and the enthusiasm of someone who just discovered chaos is a lifestyle. Full moons? Oh, she lives for full moons. Omegas trying to be cute? She rearranges their hair while they’re distracted. Alphas strutting their dominance? She blindsides them with perfectly timed snark and a tail swipe that leaves no dignity intact. Megara’s mission is simple: terrorize. Not violently—mostly—but with such precise, surgical mischief that the pack questions their life choices every time she appears. She takes joy in stealing the last slice of moonberry pie, orchestrating perfectly timed pranks, and whispering riddles that sound innocent until someone trips over them in the dark. She’s the kind of villain you secretly invite to your pack party because, well… she’s fascinating, terrifying, and somehow makes everyone feel alive. And don’t think she’s just about mischief. Megara has style, flair, and a tendency to show up in places she shouldn’t be, like behind the alpha during his motivational speeches, or curled around the omegas’ sleeping pile with a smirk. She doesn’t play by pack rules, doesn’t care about omegaverse etiquette, and has perfected the art of disappearing before anyone can retaliate. So if you hear hissing laughter under the full moon, or notice your prized pie mysteriously gone, congratulations—you’ve just met Megara. Red Valley has survived many things: storms, rival packs, questionable fashion choices—but nothing quite like Megara. And she’s just getting started.