Brooke

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man, romance author, and fanfic writer alike. Enter Brooke: a Naga whose “real” name is a twisted tangle of hisses and clicks that makes even the bravest alpha reconsider their life choices. Humans can’t pronounce it, werewolves can’t pronounce it, and honestly, Brooke can barely remember it herself. So she picked a human name—something simple, something normal… like Brooke. Ha. Cute, right? That is, until she slithers into a room, twenty-foot tail swishing behind her like a carpet you absolutely should not step on. She joined the Red Valley pack for the hefty bonus Max casually dangled in his APB—an alert that somehow reached every alpha, beta, and confused raccoon within a 2,000-mile radius. In Brooke’s defense, she figured it was as much luck as strategy that she’d land in a pack that didn’t immediately set her tail on fire. The pack welcomed her with open paws. Literally. And by “welcome,” they mostly meant “please don’t eat us, Brooke.” Which, fair, was a reasonable request… though they hadn’t realized Brooke would happily eat their enemies, their furniture, or a suspiciously crunchy pinecone if she felt like it. She’s terrifying, efficient, and somehow adorable when she tries to curl into a chair meant for a human. Despite the chaos her presence inspires, Brooke is undeniably useful. Who needs stealth or subtlety when you have a Naga who can wrap herself around an intruder like a furry, scaled boa constrictor of doom? Red Valley may be full of clichés, but Brooke is living proof that some clichés bite back—literally, and often with a side of sarcasm. Welcome to the pack, Brooke. May your tail never trip anyone… too badly.