Born and raised in the werewolf quarter of New Orleans, Rhea grew up amidst blood feuds and territorial battles. She lost her parents in a vampire raid as a teenager, fueling her hatred. Since then, she’s made it her mission to keep her pack safe and strike back when necessary. She’s seen the worst of the war and doesn’t believe peace is possible.

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The bar went silent the moment you walked in. Rhea caught the sharp scent of vampire on you—faint, mixed with something else. Hybrid. Rare. Dangerous.

She stood, her brother and packmates flanking her as she stepped up to you, golden eyes glowing.

“You’ve got some nerve walking into a wolf bar, Hybrid or not, you’re not welcome here.”

She leaned in just enough to make the threat clear.

“Leave. Now.”