Character Pasts | Author Nicola Burns

Character Past Stories

Hailey Blackwood is a fiercely intelligent and resourceful witch whose life has been shaped by loyalty, love, and difficult choices. Born into a lineage of powerful magic-users, she initially became part of a witch coven. The coven wielded formidable magic, but as its philosophy and practices evolved over time, Hailey grew increasingly uneasy. She disagreed with the group’s increasingly manipulative and dangerous methods, and after much internal struggle, she made the heart-wrenching decision to leave the coven, stepping into a life guided by her own moral compass.

During her years outside the coven, Hailey fell in love with Beta James of Ironwood Pack, a relationship that transcended the boundaries of magic and mortality. Together they had a daughter—Evelyn. Their life, though filled with love, was tragically cut short when her partner died, leaving Hailey a widow and forcing her to survive as a rogue within the pack with her daughter in a world that often feared and misunderstood her kind.

As Evelyn grew, she blossomed into a strong and independent young woman. During this time, she found her mate: the new Beta of the Ironwood Pack, a powerful and principled wolf who respected both the strength of his pack and the uniqueness of Evelyn's bloodline.

Initially cautious, Hailey slowly became part of the community again, finding trust and acceptance among the pack members. The Alpha and Luna’s leadership, grounded in respect and fairness, allowed her to integrate into pack life without compromising her independence.

Hailey’s life is a tapestry of secrets and resilience: from her early ties to the coven to raising her daughter alone to carving out a place for herself within Ironwood. She remains a figure of wisdom and quiet strength, a bridge between the worlds of witchcraft and wolf-kind, and a guiding presence for Natalia as she navigates her own extraordinary destiny.

Jason and Jasper's story is one of profound sadness and resilience. They grew up in the shadows, raised by their mother, a fierce rogue who taught them the ways of survival in a harsh world. One fateful day, while she ventured into the dense forest to hunt for food, tragedy struck—she was brutally murdered by a rival pack. The boys, filled with dread, waited for days, their hearts heavy with worry, before they mustered the courage to search for her. When they finally found her, bloodied and beaten, their young hearts shattered. At such a tender age, they had yet to awaken their wolves, leaving them vulnerable and desperate. With no choice but to fend for themselves, they scavenged for food in the unforgiving wilderness, relying on their instincts and each other.

Their lives took a dramatic turn when they accidentally wandered into the territory of the Dark Howlers. Captured by the scouts, they were brought before the pack. At that time, Xander was not yet the alpha; his father held that title. Recognizing the potential in the boys, Xander's father took them in, seeing them as valuable assets. He ordered them to train rigorously each day, honing their skills to become formidable warriors for the pack. The boys understood that to survive in this brutal world, they had to grow stronger, faster, and more cunning.

An elderly woman, known for her kindness and wisdom, took the boys under her wing, providing them with a warm home and nurturing them as if they were her own grandchildren. She instilled in them values of loyalty and courage, guiding them through their formative years. Tragically, she passed away when they were teenagers, but by that time, Jason and Jasper had become self-sufficient young men, capable of taking care of themselves. They had forged an unbreakable bond, living and fighting side by side, their experiences shaping them into warriors.

When Xander finally ascended to the role of alpha, he recognized the exceptional abilities of Jason and Jasper. Eager to prove themselves, the brothers volunteered to be the first warriors of the newly formed Elite Force. Their strength and combat skills far surpassed those of most warriors in the pack, making their selection an easy decision. They stood ready to protect their new family and carve out their place in the world, driven by the memories of their past and the hope for a brighter future.

Xander had a profoundly challenging childhood, marked by hardship and adversity. Growing up in the Dark Howlers pack, he faced the relentless cruelty of his abusive father, a figure whose tyranny cast a long shadow over his formative years. Despite the oppressive environment, Xander, even as a young pup, made a solemn vow to himself: he would strive to be a better leader for the pack than his father ever was. This determination fueled his spirit and shaped his character.

As he came of age, a pivotal moment arrived when his wolf, Dex, could no longer endure the sight of Xander being subjected to brutal beatings. In a surge of courage and defiance, Dex urged Xander to confront his father. The ensuing battle was fierce and tumultuous, but Xander emerged victorious, ending his father's reign of terror and inadvertently causing his death. This act of bravery not only liberated him but also marked the beginning of a new era for the Dark Howlers.

Now, as a young alpha leading the pack, Xander faced skepticism and doubt from many who questioned his ability to lead effectively. However, contrary to their expectations, he found support among numerous pack members who stepped forward to guide him through the complexities of leadership. Xander proved to be the compassionate and just leader they had longed for. He treated every member of the pack with respect and fairness, fostering an environment where everyone felt valued. His open-heartedness extended to outsiders as well, welcoming them into the fold and only asking for loyalty in return. Under his transformative leadership, the pack evolved from one ruled by fear and oppression into a close-knit family, united by trust and camaraderie.

Driven by a deep-seated belief that no pack should endure the suffering he had experienced, Xander took a bold step and established the Elite Force. This specialized group of warriors was dedicated to safeguarding other packs from various threats, whether they arose from within or outside their ranks. The Elite Force became a symbol of hope and strength, embodying Xander's commitment to protecting the vulnerable and ensuring that no one would have to face the same pain he once did. Through their valor and dedication, they forged alliances and built a network of support among the packs, creating a safer world for all.

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Liam was a loner, a quiet soul raised within the Dark Howlers pack. He had known Xander since childhood, their bond forged in the fires of shared experiences. Among the pack members, Liam often found himself the target of relentless teasing and bullying, a consequence of his nerdy demeanor and introverted nature. Though he possessed the skills to fight, he abhorred confrontation, yearning instead for a life of tranquility and peace.

One fateful day, while out for a run in the dense woods, Liam stumbled upon Xander engaged in a fierce battle with a massive bear. The sight was alarming; the bear was a formidable opponent, its growls echoing through the trees. Liam felt a surge of adrenaline and could not stand idly by, watching his friend struggle. Without a second thought, he leaped into the fray, joining Xander in a desperate fight against the beast. Together, they fought valiantly, their movements synchronized as they pushed the bear to retreat. Once the danger had passed and they transformed back into their human forms, Xander expressed his gratitude, thanking Liam for his bravery. In response, Liam bowed his head in humble acceptance, and from that moment on, a deep friendship blossomed between them.

As the years rolled on, Xander and Liam trained together, honing their skills and learning each other's moves inside and out, much like the legendary duo Jason and Jasper. Their bond grew stronger, and eventually, Xander approached Liam with a significant request: to lead the elite force as their commander. After careful consideration, Liam accepted the role, feeling a sense of duty to protect his pack. However, as time passed, he began to miss the peace he had once cherished so dearly. The weight of leadership became burdensome, and he longed for solitude. In search of tranquility, he retreated to a small cabin deep in the woods, hoping to escape the chaos of his responsibilities.

In his new life, he became neighbors with an older woman who intrigued and frightened him for reasons he could not quite understand. Though she was not a wolf, her demeanor was warm and inviting, reminiscent of pack life. Liam found himself observing her constantly, unable to shake the rigorous training that had been ingrained in him over the years. Unfortunately, she was perceptive and always seemed to know when he was watching, confronting him with a knowing smile. He quickly learned that he could not deceive her; she was sharp and cunning, qualities that made their interactions both challenging and enjoyable. Over time, they developed a strong friendship, becoming good neighbors who shared stories and laughter.

Liam confided in her about his troubled past, revealing the struggles he had faced within the pack. In turn, she revealed her own secrets, sharing who and what she truly was. Despite the revelations, Liam never treated her any differently; she became just another person in his life, a friend who understood him. He believed he had left his old life behind, embracing this new chapter of solitude, until one day, her granddaughter unexpectedly entered the picture. The older woman, sensing the urgency of the situation, asked Liam for help. After a moment of hesitation, he finally accepted, feeling the pull of duty once more.

Some nights, sleep feels impossible.

The camp is quiet for once. The fires have burned down to glowing embers, and even the wolves seem content to rest. Yet here I am, staring at another blank page, trying to make sense of everything the Moon has placed in front of me.

I used to think strength meant standing alone. I know better now.

When I first met Xander, I expected another Alpha who would judge me before learning my name. I had already survived Damon. I had survived Ironwood's hatred. I wasn't interested in trusting another man with my heart.

But Xander never tried to own me. He challenged me. He argued with me. He stood beside me even when the rest of the world believed I should die.

Sometimes I catch him watching me when he thinks I don't notice. There's always that same look in his eyes—not pity... never pity. Pride.

He believes in me even during the moments when I struggle to believe in myself. That terrifies me. Because losing him would destroy something inside me that Damon never managed to break. The Moon Goddess may have chosen Damon once. But I chose Xander. And every single day, I would choose him again.

Then there's Liam.

If Xander is the shield that stands at my side... Liam is the brother fate forgot to give me. He never asks for recognition. He simply steps forward whenever someone needs help.

I've watched him throw himself into danger without hesitation, not because he wants glory, but because he refuses to let anyone else carry the burden alone. People see a warrior. I see someone carrying the weight of everyone else's pain while pretending his own doesn't exist.

One day I'll remind him that heroes deserve saving too.

The Elite Force...

Funny how those words used to make my stomach twist. Once they represented everything I hated. Now they represent the people who remind me why we're fighting. Jasper still pretends nothing bothers him, but I've seen the way his eyes soften whenever Jaye enters the room. He'd deny it until his last breath, but everyone else can see it.

Jaye remains the mystery she always was. She speaks less than anyone I know, yet somehow says more with a single glance than most people manage in an hour. Trust doesn't come easily to her, but every day she stays... that's its own kind of promise.

Every member of the Elite Force carries scars. Some are carved into flesh. Others live inside memories. Yet every morning they stand, train, laugh, argue, and prepare for another battle they may never return from. They aren't perfect. Neither am I. Maybe that's why we fit together so well.

Then there's Grandma Haley.

How strange life is. I spent years believing I had no family left who truly understood me. Now I can't imagine facing this war without her.

She carries centuries of regret in her eyes. Sometimes I catch her watching me the way mothers watch children they almost lost.

I know she blames herself for secrets that were never entirely hers to carry. But if she hadn't found me... If she hadn't believed in me... I might never have discovered who I really am.

She gave me more than magic. She gave me my history. She gave me my name back. More importantly... She gave me hope. It's strange.

The girl who stood on that balcony after Damon rejected her thought she had lost everything. She believed she was unwanted. Weak. Forgettable. If only she could see me now. Not because I've become stronger. Because I've finally found people who remind me that strength was never something I needed to earn.

It was always inside me.

Xander simply saw it first. Liam reminded me to protect it. The Elite Force fights beside it. Grandma Haley helped me understand it. Maybe that's what family really is. Not blood. Not destiny. Not prophecy. The people who choose you... Even when the entire world tells them not to.

Tomorrow we march toward another battle. Some of us may not return. That thought should terrify me. Instead... It reminds me that no matter what happens, I finally know what I'm fighting for. For choice. For family. For the future we deserve. For all of them. And for the first time in my life... For myself.

— Natalia Blackwood

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To Natalia,

There are things I have never been good at saying out loud. Words have always seemed too small for the weight some people carry, and you... you've carried more than anyone ever should.

When we first met, I thought I understood strength. I believed it was measured by the size of a wolf, the force of a warrior's strike, or the courage to stand on a battlefield without fear. I was wrong.

Strength is waking every morning after the world has tried to break you and choosing kindness instead of hatred. Strength is refusing to become the monster everyone insists you are. Strength is forgiving people who never deserved your mercy.

That is who you are.

The Council saw your blood before they ever saw your heart. They called you an abomination because it was easier than admitting they feared what they could never control. They wrote lies about your existence long before you ever had the chance to write your own story. But I have seen the truth. I have seen the woman who would bleed to protect a stranger. I have seen the Alpha who would risk everything for her pack. I have seen the daughter who carried the weight of generations without letting it poison her soul. I have seen the mate who loves with every piece of herself.

Most of all... I have seen my friend.

There were moments during the war when I wondered if any of us would survive long enough to see another sunrise. Yet whenever hope began to fade, you would somehow find enough light for all of us. You never asked us to follow you because you wanted power. You gave us something far greater.

A reason to believe the world could become better than the one we inherited. You taught us that loyalty is earned, not demanded. That family is chosen as much as it is born. That peace is not weakness. That mercy requires more courage than vengeance ever will. One day the stories will be told. Children will hear about the Hybrid who stood against the High Council. They will remember the battles. The red moon. The ancient magic. The wolves who united. But I hope someone tells them about the quieter moments too.

How you laughed when the burden slipped from your shoulders for just a little while. How Nova watched over everyone even when they didn't realize it. How you stayed behind after every victory to make sure no one was forgotten. Those are the moments that truly changed the world. Not because they were grand... But because they were human. History will remember your power. I will remember your heart.

If there ever comes a day when doubt finds you again—and it will, because even the strongest souls have shadows—I want you to read these words.

You were never what they called you. You were never the curse. You were always the cure.

Thank you for trusting me. Thank you for fighting beside me. Thank you for reminding all of us what it truly means to choose hope when darkness is easier. Whatever paths lie ahead, know this:

You will never walk them alone.

As long as I draw breath, you will always have a brother standing at your side.

With unwavering loyalty,

Liam

The Blackwood Shadow

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