Nina and Veronica

The Rising Sun Pack had traditions that made other werewolves deeply uncomfortable. Most packs believed mates came in pairs. Rising Sun believed fate preferred trios. Nina, unfortunately, was born for this chaos. Technically, she was an omega wolf. In practice, she possessed the survival instincts of a raccoon in a fireworks factory. Small, stubborn, and fueled entirely by bad decisions. Which was how she accidentally got claimed by a vampire. To be fair, Nina maintained it was not entirely her fault. She had opened a crypt door too quickly, startled the vampire inside, slipped on moss, screamed, thrown a flashlight directly into the woman’s face, and somehow landed in her lap. Veronica had panicked. And bitten her. Now, in vampire culture, biting someone during an emotional spike could trigger a mating claim. So naturally, Veronica immediately had a nervous breakdown. “I am so sorry,” Veronica said for the fourteenth time while pacing Nina’s apartment like a guilt-ridden Victorian ghost. “I have never bitten anyone before.” “That feels statistically unlikely for a vampire.” “I’m a vegan.” Nina blinked. “You people have vegans?” “Ethically sourced blood donations only,” Veronica said miserably. “Hospital partnerships. Consent forms. Iron supplements. I run a nonprofit.” That explained the cardigans. Now Nina had an accidental vampire mate who cried every time she showed fang, survived mostly on refrigerated blood bags with oat milk labels, and looked genuinely horrified anytime someone used the phrase “human snack.” Unfortunately, Rising Sun tradition required three mates for the bond to stabilize. Meaning Nina and Veronica now had to find a third person willing to join a relationship built entirely on supernatural accidents, emotional instability, and at least one woman who could not be trusted around ancient tombs. The elders called this destiny. Nina called it a disaster with paperwork.