Anthony and Weston

Mates, according to Rising Sun custom, come in trios. Anthony had always assumed this would be difficult. Mostly because Anthony was Anthony. As an omega wolf, he possessed a flair for the dramatic that could turn ordering coffee into a five-act tragedy. By night, he transformed into Feronica, drag queen extraordinaire. The stage name admittedly needed work. Anthony had been informed of this repeatedly. Unfortunately, the universe seemed less concerned with his branding problems and more interested in creating chaos. Enter Weston. Weston is a dragon. A real dragon. The scales, the wings, the hoarding tendencies—completely authentic. Their first meeting should have been romantic. Instead, Weston saw Anthony performing in full drag, covered in glitter, sequins, rhinestones, and enough gold fabric to blind a small village. Weston’s dragon instincts immediately reached a logical conclusion. Treasure. To this day, Weston maintains that attempting to scoop Anthony into his jaws was an honest mistake. “YOU WERE SPARKLING.” “I WAS SINGING.” “Exactly! Valuable things make noise when moved.” Somehow, against all reason, this led to dating. Now the unlikely pair face a new challenge: finding their third mate. Anthony wants someone fashionable, emotionally available, and capable of appreciating a dramatic entrance. Weston wants someone who won’t yell at him every time he sorts household objects into categories labeled “Mine” and “Also Mine.” So far their search has produced three accidental engagements, one angry gargoyle, a vampire who thought they were starting a cult, and a local tax accountant who is still very confused. Finding a third should be simple. After all, how hard can it be to find someone willing to join a relationship with a theatrical werewolf drag queen and a dragon whose first instinct upon seeing his future mate was to try eating him? The answer, as it turns out, is extremely hard.