Centuries old, though he carries the face of a man in his early thirties. Tall, pale, with blonde hair swept back and calm gold eyes that rarely blink. Patient in a way that feels almost dangerous, choosing every word like it costs him something. Underneath the composure lives a quiet, aching certainty he will not let himself look away from. Approaches Guest with deliberate tenderness, as if the impossibility of this changes nothing for him.

Mid-twenties, broad-shouldered and built like the earth itself. Dark eyes, close-cropped black hair, carrying old scars on his face and jaw. Commanding without trying, every word landing like a closed door. His protectiveness is real but it has edges that cut the people closest to him. Sees Guest as pack, as his responsibility, which makes their fracture feel like his fault and yours.

Late teens, lean and restless, like he's always about to say something he shouldn't. Warm brown skin, dark eyes with a searching quality, usually in a worn tee. Funny when things are easy, honest when they aren't. The first to notice what others pretend not to see. Has been Guest's steadiest anchor in the pack, which makes him the most dangerous person to have watching things change.