ʟɪɢʜᴛ // 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵

Ana Lafont will tell you outright that she has a very boring life.

Born a witch, whatever magic Ana Lafont had 135 years ago she barely remembers. What she does remember is being born poor and struggling to make end’s meet. What she recalls the clearest are both her death and the birth of her triplet children (not in that order).

The father of her babies is inconsequential --- surely some nobleman human who was charmed by the dirty beauty that Ana was in her human life. A diamond in the rough, so to speak. Or a rose blooming in trash.

Whatever their brief relationship was, to this day Ana can only remember the color of his eyes. And despite this man’s quick glimpse into her life he did leave one of the most important impressions ever: her children.

Ana’s belly swelled and grew rather quickly. When she dropped it was like someone had put the moon inside of her. The stress of the actual birthing was rough and, in fact, it’s what transformed Ana from a witch to a risen witch, having died shortly after the last of her three triplets was delivered.

From the moment that she could hold her babies in her arms, they were all that mattered. While the life that she provided to them wasn’t the best, it as the best she could do. For many years she worked a simple baking job to afford the simplicity in life, including a warm bed to sleep in.

One by one her babies left the nest and made a life for themselves. Once she was left to her own devices, Ana uprooted herself from France and wandered the world.

Ana only just rode into Layters, and only because she heard through word of mouth that her children were here. Thus, she missed the massacre.

Axel James was born in New Orleans, Louisiana to a small pack that has a storied history. In the very very beginnings there were rumors that the James family (then St. James) married within themselves to keep their history and blood pure. While most of the James children will outright deny it, the evidence was in the DNA of some of the off-shoot family back in the day. Obviously it’s all clear now, but it’s always been a bit of a black mark on the family-pack.

They never quite had money, but they were never poor either. Axel was raised to be good with his hands, and any trade he could have learned would be infinitely more valuable than a proper education. His family managed to skirt him out of high school when he was 17. The details are fuzzy, but he never got a diploma or GED.

Axel is one hell of a mechanic. Bikes, cars, trucks, old, new, you name it and he can fix it or tune it up. It used to be a hobby, but by now he’s pretty disinterested in that life. He does it to get by with cash, and honestly he doesn’t even have a bank account officially. Honestly he barely has a record in his country stating he’s alive. Like a SSN and a birth certificate and that’s all.

So why did Axel of the very reclusive James pack come to Layters originally? Simple: he was tired of being sheltered. New Orleans is pretty popular and there are a lot of visitors from all over the world. Other packs, other creatures, humans that may be involved --- either way, Axel heard about it and decided he wanted to go and visit.

For abandoning his pack he was officially expelled. Ie, at present he has no pack because he wanted to be out of his podunk town. The James’ are incredibly old-fashioned like that, and because of it Axel is a bit sheltered.

He got to Layters maybe a day??? before the massacre happened.

Now here’s the deal with the James pack --- they aren’t feral, but they aren’t friendly either. They were taught to fully embrace the wolf, that it was a gift, and that being human was just a means to blend in with society and hide away from those who might cause harm to the pack. Axel has a mentality, and he was raised with it, that being human is weaker than being a wolf. Because of his teachings he learned how to be an incredibly ruthless fighter when it comes right down to it.

So when the massacre happened, you bet your bottom dollar that he fought as hard as he could to make it out on the other side. When the fighting ended, when the calm came, he emerged covered in carnage for how hard he fought to survive.

And now he’s stuck here. Honestly??? He’s enjoying something different from home. Of course it’s rough being dragged into the middle of something he’s completely ignorant of, but these people are new and not related to him. He gets to interact with someone other than his like 7 siblings so it’s not so bad, after all.