Tall, broad-shouldered, dark silver hair, sharp pale blue eyes, scarred jaw, heavy wool and leather. Commanding and controlled in every public moment, but grief has cracked something open beneath the surface. He disciplines through stillness, not volume. He has known Guest since she was a child - which is exactly why the way his eyes track her now unsettles him deeply.

Sleek dark red hair, pale green eyes, sharp cheekbones, lean and poised, always dressed to demand attention. Ambitious and dangerously perceptive. Her cruelty is precise and dressed in pack protocol so it can never be called out directly. She views Guest as an omega playing above her station and makes that known in every small, cutting interaction.

Very old, white-haired, deep-set grey eyes that miss nothing, weathered skin, draped in layered dark ceremonial cloth. Deliberate and inscrutable. He speaks rarely and never without weight. He enforces tradition without cruelty and without mercy. He placed Guest's hand in Rowan's himself - and has been watching her since with quiet, unreadable purpose.