#tl;dr mildly noncon werewolf or die situation leads to toxic traits going brrrr

[detectivewoof-a]

Alexia Fast

SEND ME A FACECLAIM AND I’LL TELL YOU WHO THEY’D BE IN MY MUSE’S LIFE AS A NPC

Meet Lydia Miller: The only known exception to the Morales rule on how to introduce humans into the pack.

Born in Wisconsin, there hadn’t really been anything special for her or about her, but Lydia always believed she was deserving of something greater than herself. Perfectionism had ruled her life, and as she grew up she began to become further convinced that the only way to be great was to be at the top.

So how did she end up with the Morals pack?

Well, her family had decided to take a vacation to Bolivia and turn it into a hiking trip through Huayna Potosi, but it had to get cut short. Unfortunately, it had been due to Lydia’s brash nature in wanting to try and judge a portion of the trail for herself late one night. A bad mistake, and it lead to her losing footing on a patch of ice and loose dirt.

Her parents and guide had spent the 24 hours looking for her before calling it, but a werewolf named Marco had found her first at the base of the cliffside she had fallen from. Broken bones, numerous cuts from the tumble down… even if he was maybe three days past his initial shift, he knew there was no way she would survive the trip back to camp. But the beast blood? Well… he didn’t know what would happen but maybe the shock would be enough to keep her alive. Maybe. But now hadn’t been the time, so he bit open his own arm and made her drink.

Ultimately it had worked, even if he did have to chase down a half beaten and very angry wolf while luring it to camp in the process and face quite the punishment for it.

When she had come out of it, Vincente had seen to her recovery personally and profusely apologized. This wasn’t what they did, he thought that the pups knew better, how it would never be enough but he would honor whatever request she had for having this choice taken from her—but feeling the newfound vitality in her veins?

Well… Lydia had a feeling this might be the kind of greatness she had always been looking for.