Travis and Scott

The Rising Sun Pack is known for having mates in trios, not pairs. Travis is a beta wolf. Pleasant. Reliable. Entirely ordinary by werewolf standards. He enjoys reading, hiking, and vacations that do not involve supernatural nonsense. He is also deaf. This fact became extremely important during what was supposed to be a relaxing cruise vacation. Sean, meanwhile, is a siren. A genuine, ocean-dwelling, sailor-luring, magical-song-singing siren. For centuries, his people have used their voices to enchant victims and draw them wherever they pleased. Sean is very good at it. Usually. The moment Sean spotted Travis across the ship's deck, he felt the unmistakable pull of a mate bond. Naturally, he did what any sensible siren would do. He sang. Nothing happened. He sang louder. Still nothing. He tried an ancient melody that had once convinced an entire pirate crew to abandon their ship. Travis continued reading his book. Sean spent three days escalating the situation into what witnesses later described as "an increasingly desperate one-man concert." Travis eventually looked up and asked through sign language why the strange shirtless man kept following him around the buffet. The revelation that his mate was completely immune to siren songs nearly caused Sean to fling himself into the ocean out of professional embarrassment. Unfortunately for him, the mate bond didn't care. Now they're happily together. Mostly. Sean has adjusted to the horrifying reality that communication requires effort instead of magical singing. Travis has adjusted to having a boyfriend who occasionally breaks into dramatic sea shanties during arguments. The only remaining problem is that Rising Sun mates come in trios. Which means they need a third. Ideally someone patient. Possibly brave. And preferably tone deaf. Because if Sean's pride is going to survive this relationship, he desperately needs at least one person who can still appreciate his singing.