Magda Holtz

[Magda]

Name: Magda Holtz.
Nicknames: Most people tend to just call her by her full first name since it's short enough but over the years a few pack members have taken to calling her 'Mags' which she also has no problem with, and she can somewhat stand being called 'Maggie'. Irina has so many nicknames for her that Magda has lost count, including 'Magma', 'Magmanator' and 'Wonk', although Irina is the only person who could ever get away with using the last one.
Race: Werewolf; turned.
Occupation: Pack fighter; Cole's pack.
Gender: Female.
Skin Colour: Caucasian.
Age: 269; physically appears in her late 20s to early 30s.
Clothing: Magda isn't one to be too bothered with fancy patterns or lacy frills, preferring to dress in plain clothing of dark or natural, earthy colours. While she owns a few pretty, girly-ish tops her wardrobe consists mainly of slacks and old shirts for training and worn jeans, tank-tops and plain tops and shirts for regular day-to-day wearing, which she layers on occasion if she's feeling particularly daring. To finish her outfit she will wear boots on her feet; heavy duty lace-up ones which have belts on the outside to put her throwing knives in. She also owns a couple of coats for when she feels the need to take more obvious weapons with her, finding them easier to conceal in a longer, slightly thicker coat.
Height: 5' 3".
Weight: 129lb.
Tattoos: A cross on her right ankle.
Piercings: Piercings became too much bother for Magda, so she doesn't bother with them anymore.
Jewellery: Magda hardly wears any jewellery other than a watch because it gets in the way of training quite often, but she owns small pieces bits and pieces of little value.
Body Modifications: A scar from the bullet wound she sustained when her husband shot her, which was also used to turn her, and a larger, messier looking scar from when she was attacked from behind by Troilus.

Wolf Form
Build: Magda's wolf form is very stocky and heavy looking, and although some of it is down to her thick hair, there is still a substantial amount of muscle on her frame. While she has a lot of power in her upper arms, allowing for her to pack quite a punch, most of her strength is in her legs, giving her not only speed but also the ability to leap great distances and heights with much ease. She has the muscles for bipedal movement, and much prefers this as a way of moving about when in her wolf form, although if a situation might call for her to move on all fours she can.
Height: Biped - 7'1"; quadruped - 5'2".
Weight: 248lb.
Hair: Very soft and thick across her whole body, being longer around her head and chest almost like a mini-mane. It is varying shades of brown, with darker areas around her head, shoulders, back and feet, while the rest of her both is a lighter, more bark coloured hair. The hair on her chest and underbelly are the lightest, being a creamy colour.
Eyes: Amber-gold.
Defining Marks: She has a short tail.

Pack
Pack: Cole's pack.
Position: Fighter.
Territory: Cole's territory.

Hair
Length: While her hair is long enough that it reaches past her shoulder blades it isn't so long that Magda cannot manage it.
Style: Magda's hair is naturally straight, and also easy to manage and to style, her preferred style being choppy layers to give it more body and, despite the length, have a few wisps of hair still frame her face. When training her hair will be pulled back into a tight ponytail (or kept up in a bun using chopsticks) to keep it out of her face, so that she can focus on the task at hand rather than whether her hair will be obstructing her view or not.
Colour: Very dark brown; it looks black unless she's out in bright sunlight.

Facial Hair
Length: N/A
Style: N/A

Eyes
Colour: Hazel, though they can appear to be different colours depending on the level of light or sunshine, or even what Magda happens to be wearing at the time.
Oddities: They tend to change back to the colour of her wolf's eyes when she is feeling intense emotions such as anger or fear, and can also change when she wants to intimidate or taunt.

Personality: Magda is a very determined and strong-willed woman who is intensely loyal and would most certainly risk her life for that of another pack member, seeing them all as her family and not wanting to suffer the pain of losing another family member again. She trains religiously in an effort to hone her skills to their maximum potential so that she can be of as much use to the pack as a fighter as possible; she takes this position very seriously, sometimes too seriously and to the point where she really needs to give herself a break. She's good natured, but more likely to be listening to the jokes than telling them, though she has a mischievous streak in her which she swears is all down to Irina.

Magda is still heartbroken over the deaths of her children, and isn't really sure about when, if ever, she will come to terms with it. This feeling, mixed in with the intense feeling of failure she suffers from for having failed to protect her family makes her all the more determined to protect the pack, which has become something of a surrogate family for her. She especially feels as if she has to protect the younger pack members, trying to make up for her past mistakes in not being able to, as a mother, keep her own family and offspring safe, continuously trying to fill the empty hole in her heart that opened up when Katja and Killian and, to a certain extent Iorwerth, left her life.

She has a very intense fear of failure, having made the link between her failure as a mother or protector or saviour to some great loss in her life. Somewhere deep in her mind is a lingering sense of guilt, and she has somehow linked the various deaths in her life to her own actions, therefore making herself culpable in them all. This, as well as her need to protect the family, was part of what made her decide to become a pack fighter, and she threw herself into it wholeheartedly, wanting to become the best fighter that she could possibly be. Sometimes during training she seems not to be able to realise when enough is enough, so focused is she on becoming better, faster, stronger, but when out in the city she will try and keep herself as calm as possible because she knows that if she has a problem there, it's not just her own life she's putting in jeopardy.

Whenever she is alone her thoughts always drift to the past, to her children and to Iorwerth, constantly replaying the moments she lost them over and over in her mind, sometimes just to punish herself, other times to think on what-ifs. When she gets into these trains of thought she will often zone out, staring at whatever happens to be in front of her at the time, exuding a silent sadness that is very clear to all those around her. This is why, whenever she isn't training, she will often try and find someone else to spend her time with, whoever it may be, trying to fill her mind with thoughts of other things, knowing that dwelling on the past isn't very healthy for her and that her children would definitely not want this. A lot of her fellow pack members have suffered similarly, quite a few of them a lot worse, and it makes her feel as if she's not alone in her thoughts, like there's some quiet, unspoken understanding between them all because a lot of them had had such pained lives.

Weaknesses: Like all werewolves, Magda suffers from the incurable affliction to silver, which means that any prolonged contact can cause nausea and burns to the skin, and even eventually lead to death, especially if it gets in the bloodstream. Sometimes if she overexerts herself her stomach wound, where she had four arrows punched through her abdomen, can cause her a little discomfort, and she regularly does overexert herself to fulfil the need to protect and to live up to her title as pack fighter.

Magda has a stifling fear of failure and a need to protect those around her, driven by the memories of her past where she has failed to protect her children and Iorwerth, and she is deathly afraid of having to go through similar feelings again if she ever fails to protect one of the pack members. It's an unfounded fear, especially since there are many strong and capable wolves within the pack, but she can't seem to get over the fact that she had failed in her duty as a mother, as a protector to keep her children safe from harm. She has a deep, stomach churning hatred of vampires and if she finds herself around one there is a danger that she may lose control or focus, especially if they remind her of Despoina or Troilus. Most of her fellow fighters know to reign her back in by telling her to keep focused.

Abilities: Magda gets to enjoy all of the benefits that come with being a werewolf, including heightened senses and reflexes; increased strength, speed and stamina; she is able to leap greater distances than any human could, thanks to her balance, grace and agility, which also allow her to right herself if she should fall from a great height; and she has a powerful healing factor as well. She is able to control her wolf over the full moon, and can call the change at will. Being a fighter means that Magda has to be skilled in combat, and thus she is able to protect herself via hand-to-hand combat, as well as using a variety of weapons, both firearms and blades.

She is also a good painter, and when she's not training she can quite often be found outdoors on a sunny day dabbling in this hobby. Most of her early paintings were of Germany, a way for her to get her memories onto canvas so that she could share it with others, and she has also taken to painting portraits and paintings for pack members as gifts for whatever occasion. There are four paintings that she has completed that have been shown only to a select few; three are portraits of Killian and Katja, her children, as well as one of Iorwerth, because she was terrified that she might one day forget their faces. The last is of her children together in a meadow filled with wildflowers on a glorious summer day, more of a fantasy or a dream than a memory, but she holds it dear.

Because she was raised as a baker's daughter, and ever since she can remember she had been working with her father and mother, she is very good at baking; she hasn't really had a chance to dust off those skills in recent years but she knows it's like riding a bike; once she gets back into the swing of it it'll be as easy as pie, in the literal sense. Also, Magda is fluent in German, Dutch, English and French, the first two as a result of her upbringing and schooling and the last two as a result of her travels.

Weapons: Magda owns two sets of throwing knives and a folding knife which are small enough that she can keep them in her pockets, and two Smith and Wesson 945s, all of which she will take with her (concealed, of course) if she has to leave the safety of the hotel for any reason. She also owns twin kukri blades.

One of two sets of throwing knives


One of two Smith and Wesson 945


One of Magda's twin kukri blades

Prized Possessions: A charm bracelet which Killian made for her birthday one year; she doesn't wear it very often for fear of breaking or losing it, and also because it can get in the way when training, so she keeps it in a small box along with a ring that belonged to Iorwerth.

Iorwerth's ring


Charm bracelet

Home(s): The Hyperion with the rest of the pack.

History: Olaf and Dagmar Holtz had married very young, and against the wishes of their respective parents who wanted the couple to wait until they had at least gotten used to the idea of being around one another. The young lovebirds, however, knew that they had met their soulmate when they first clapped eyes on one another; why wait when love was right there in front of them? Much to the surprise of everyone who knew them the relationship seemed to last, and 4 years down the line they were still as much in love as they had been on the day that they had exchanged their vows.

When Olaf's parents died of illness not a month apart from one another he was so grief stricken that he could not bear to think of the will, in which he was left the family business; the local bakery. Over the weeks his depression worsened, as Olaf, having never been apart from his family for more than a couple of days at a time, couldn't overcome his grief and sadness. Slowly people stopped coming by the closed shop as they started to realise that it wouldn't be opening any time soon. Dagmar and her mother didn't know what to do; nothing they did or said seemed to make any difference to his mood at all, although Dagmar knew he was making an effort to get out of his slump. During a moment of fretting about their future, Dagmar began to feel faint, and before she knew it she was tumbling to the stone floor, dropping the plates in her hands with a loud clatter. Olaf rushed her to the Doctor, who didn't take long to give the couple the good news; they were with child.

Apparently this was the kick-start that Olaf needed to be able to mourn and then move on with his life, now having something precious to care for and nurture. He set about getting the bakery back up and running, going around town to all the store's previous customers to let them all know that it was going to return sometime soon. After a few days of cleaning and preparation - with Dagmar helping as much as Olaf would allow her to - the store was ready for its grand re-opening, though they were both nervous about whether their loyal customers would return to them. They needn't have worried, because crowds had already gathered outside the shop waiting for their chance to get some freshly baked bread.

Trade continued to pick up over the course of the next few months, and eventually Dagmar had to take time off from working at the shop when she grew easily tired (finally for Olaf, who had been telling her to rest up ever since he'd found out she was pregnant).

Shortly after their child was born, Dagmar's mother passed away from old age. Although she was sad about her mother's passing she knew that the old woman had lived her life to the fullest, and now she had to focus on her own family; Olaf and their little baby girl, whom they named Magda, after Olaf's mother. Although in coming years the couple would try for another child they were never able to do so, and Magda remained an only child. Dagmar always blamed herself for this even though Olaf never even once mentioned as much, he was happy enough that they had one healthy, beautiful baby girl.

It had to be said that Magda's childhood was, as far as she can recall, a perfect one. Her parents always showered her with love and affection and never made her feel as if she was inferior to them, always listening to her especially when she grew old enough to contribute some ideas to the bakery. They tried to teach her that respect must be given to be earned, and that to be treated like an adult she must behave like one; it was a saying that she would hear in her dreams centuries later, her mother's voice as clear as the day Magda had first heard it speak the mantra. She would soon know how that saying wouldn't work in certain situations, but for now she was happy knowing that her parents would treat her as she wanted to be treated.

She was sixteen years old when her future husband walked through the door, buying bread for himself for the first time because his father's health was ailing. Magda didn't notice him, busy as she was putting bread out in the baskets and then going to prepare more bread for the ovens, but he most certainly noticed her. In fact, Magda was the only one who didn't notice the young man - Hans - had taken a shining to her and wasn't visiting the bakery everyday just to take in the gorgeous smell of freshly baked bread.

Just four years later and the two were married and living on their own. The next few years were the happiest that Magda had ever been, and when she fell pregnant with and eventually gave birth to her twins, Katja and Killian, she thought that life couldn't get any better. She continued to help her parents in the bakery until the time came where her parents also passed from old age, leaving the bakery in Magda's care.

It was around this time that Hans lost his job, having been falsely accused of stealing from his employer. He had always been jealous of Magda having had such a happy and easy childhood because his own was not as rosy, and was bitter that she had a job that she enjoyed. Rather than helping her and possibly enjoying working with her Hans began to withdraw, becoming an altogether darker person who would snap at his wife and children over the smallest things. Magda didn't realise what had brought about this change but it was worrisome, so she decided to talk to him about this and let him know that he could talk to her about any problems he may have. Her intentions did not have the desired effect, and instead of calming him down Hans snapped, unleashing a torrent of verbal abuse and accusations of cheating with the men who walked into the bakery. The argument grew louder and louder as the children, by now old enough to walk unaided, cowered in the hallway. Then, apparently sick of the direction the argument had taken, he backhanded her, sending her careening backwards onto the hard floor. She stayed there unmoving as Hans grabbed his coat and stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him, only then did Katja and Killian come out of hiding to see if their mother was okay. She tried to put on a brave face, and told them that she would protect them with her very life but they knew that something was terribly wrong with their father.

Over the next few weeks Hans' mood barely improved, and Magda and the kids found themselves perpetually walking on eggshells, afraid that the smallest word or action might set him off again. The physical abuse against Magda continued, and she silently accepted it knowing that he would only turn on the children if she tried anything. Although her strength as a mother remained within her, her confidence as a woman, as a human started to drain away and she would often wonder if her mother would weep at the shadow she had become. She would take to walking with her head down, avoiding anyone's gaze as well as any sort of social interaction, this is what he had done to her. Still she remained, and still she accepted the abuse. Even when Hans forced her to sell her beloved bakery she remained silent. Some respite came to her when Hans managed to get another job as a cobbler, but the damage had been done.

It was one day in the middle of spring that she met the Welshman who would change her life. She didn't know that at the time, of course, nor did she have any inkling that the man whom she had just walked into, causing her groceries to spill onto the ground, was a werewolf. Nobody believed in those old stories of men who turned into beasts, nobody over the age of eleven at least. She and the man, who introduced himself as Iorwerth Sayer, became instant friends, which was a very rare thing for Magda who had lost all of her friends through seclusion and being shut away, and they would met when Magda was allowed out to get the weekly groceries.

For some reason she trusted him enough to confide in him though sparingly; she didn't tell him she wanted to take her kids and run and she most certainly didn't tell him about Hans beating her. She had a sneaking suspicion that he knew, or at least suspected something, but he never let anything on to her, not did he ever judge her or make her feel inferior. With him, she felt... unburdened.

Unfortunately Hans found out about the friendship between Iorwerth and Magda. A man as paranoid as he was listened to the talk of the townsfolk very, very carefully, especially if it was someone he knew or recognised who was doing the talking. One day he left work early and went home, buying a firearm along the way.

Magda had no time to even react to the gun before he had pulled the trigger, the force hitting her abdomen so hard she was thrown back against the wall and momentarily winded, leaving a large smear of blood on the wall as she slid down clutching the gaping wound in her stomach. She listened with silent horror as the twins entered the room, whereupon he turned the weapon on them and shot them both without a moment's hesitation. When Hans turned his back to the scene of carnage behind him Magda motioned to the children to stay silent... or she motioned to Killian, who was the only one who was moving. Katja was bleeding from her head and an ice cold fear threatened to have Magda up on her feet, throwing herself at her daughter to see if she was alright. She knew in her heart what the answer to that would be, but she had to try not to do anything to get her husband's attention.

She needn't have bothered, because without turning back around he put the gun in his mouth and pulled the trigger, ending his own life as he was sure he had ended his family's.

Magda didn't stop to mourn her husband. Instead, she dragged herself over to where Katja and Killian were lying, telling them that it was okay now, that she was there. Killian had been shot in the chest, and while he was still gravely injured he was still alive but his sister Katja was not as lucky, for she had ducked at the very moment her father had pulled the trigger. If she hadn't moved she may have gotten away with a chest injury like Killian, but she got the full force of the blast in the face. She never stood a chance.

It was at that moment that Iorwerth burst through the door, stopping momentarily to let the horror before him sink in before he rushed over to Magda and Killian's aid. He had become worried when she hadn't turned up at the shop and he had come to see if she was okay, when he heard the gunfire he had ran the rest of the way. Then, before she had a chance to speak he tells her that he can help her, that he can do something to make her wounds heal faster although her life would change drastically. She listened as he told her that he was a werewolf, unsure about how to react other than to express total disbelief, getting angry at him for saying such things when she and her son were dying.

It took a lot more talking than Iorwerth probably would have liked but eventually, at the promise upon his own life that he could save Killian she relented, choosing to put her disbelief on hold so that her son might be saved. Before she saw what he was intending to do she fell unconscious, convinced that she wouldn't wake up again.

When, half a day later, she did wake up, she knew everything was different and she knew that Iorwerth had been telling the truth. She didn't really know how she knew, she just did. She also knew that her son was alive and well because she could hear his voice down the hall, and at that sudden realisation she started to cry, the relief of not losing the child and the sadness of still having lost the other all swirling in a huge mass of emotion that she didn't know how best to deal with. When she composed herself she tentatively went through to the other room where Killian and Iorwerth were chatting amicably enough. The boy's injuries were far less severe than his mother's and it had taken only a few hours for him to heal completely, and when he had come to he had burst into tears, mourning the loss of his sister and his father and maybe even his mother.

After the three of them sat down to talk about what they should do; they couldn't stay in their own house, not after the ordeal that they had to go through, plus, when the townspeople slowly start to notice the absence of Katja and Hans they would inevitably ask questions, questions that Magda would have no answers to. The easiest thing would be for them to leave town, and start anew.

Iorwerth had taken it upon himself to dig two simple graves in the property's backyard for Hans and Katja, taking more care over the grave for the latter, and marking it with a small plant that he carefully dug up from elsewhere in the garden. It meant that Magda and Killian could take the time to mourn before they left.

In order to help them with the transition into their new life with as little stress and worry about the past catching up to them as possible, Iorwerth decided that they should travel to the states, where they then got a home of their own in a secluded area of the countryside. It had been chosen more for the advantages it held for the new wolves during the full moon period, rather than the views, but they were a much welcomed added bonus.

So a little over a century passed with relative ease, with Killian and Magda growing used to the monthly changes that happened to them. Iorwerth did his part to look after them, taking full responsibility for what they had become, answering any questions they may have and some that they may not. He was more of a best friend to her than Hans had been during those final years of his life, and Magda felt like her old self again, the Magda from the early years of marriage, so happy and full of life. During this time the three of them moved around to avoid suspicion about their apparent lack of aging, and had settled in LA when Magda managed to control her wolf over the full moon. She felt as if life was finally paying back the years of torture that she had to endure, but it wouldn't last for long.

One night the three of them were awoken by a loud commotion and Magda, caught off guard, was knocked unconscious. When she came to she found herself in a dark, dank cell, shackles on her wrists that were linked to the moss-covered walls with heavy metal chains. Through her confusion she was able to get her wits about her enough to look around for Killian and Iorwerth, both also chained but on the walls to either side of her, far enough away so that she couldn't reach them, hampered as she was by the chains. When the door on the other side of the bars opened and in strolled two vampires and their 'pets', the wolves that had attacked them the night she had lost consciousness (while she didn't recognise their faces she recognised their scents). The vampires introduced themselves as Despoina and Troilus, they didn't bother to introduce the wolves, who they described as slaves, not even worth the effort of giving names.

It took a few days for Magda to realise that the vampires intended to make them into slaves as well, when she made the link between how the nameless wolves were treated and how they themselves were being treated. She had no idea what had happened to those 'pets' of theirs to make them so broken, but she was determined not to follow the same path, not to become something akin to the woman who became but a shell at the hands of her own husband. The two vampires tried to break each one of them, using the most sadistic methods of torture whilst making he remaining two watch it take place, helplessly. Magda tried to fight them, to maintain her strong spirit but one day she went too far, spitting in Troilus' face in a sign of defiance. Without a moment's hesitation he stalked over to Killian and grabbed him by the hair, watching with sick satisfaction as Magda begged for her child's life whilst straining against the fortified bonds that tied her to the wall. Then he twisted Killian's head, snapping his neck as easily as a twig, not bothering to even catch the boy's limp body as it crumpled to the ground.

She couldn't even mourn because she was chained up, unable to reach Killian's body, to cradle him in her arms in the hopes that he would come back. No, the two slave wolves picked up the body and dragged it away, ignoring the anguished pleas and screams from Magda, who yanked at her restraints so hard that her wrists began to bleed. The pain of the physical torture was nothing compared to the agony of having her child taken from her in such a cruel way, knowing that she was partly to blame; if only she had just accepted her fate Killian would still be alive. This was exactly what Troilus wanted, for her to break, and now they just had to focus their attention on Iorwerth who was decidedly stronger willed.

One night when one of the slave wolves was feeding them, Iorwerth managed to convince him that Magda needed serious medical attention. The two exchanged glances and Magda realised the plan. When the shackles were undone by the somewhat naïve wolf she lashed out, knocking him over and breaking his neck before he had the chance to react. Painfully aware that someone was probably on their way Iorwerth told Magda to run, that he would catch up with her later when he managed to escape. There was no other choice and as much as it broke her heart to do so she fled, managing to get out of the 'house' with the makeshift dungeon easily enough.

Her thoughts were now focused solely on trying to get Iorwerth free, but it wouldn't be easy, especially since she alone would have to stand up to two vampires and another wolf, all of whom would be less than happy at her for killing the other slave. She decided on a plan, and went into town to try and get hold of the items she would need to set it in motion.

Armed with a crossbow, large machete and fuel she made her way back to the house in which she was held captive, in which Iorwerth was still held captive, taking great care to make sure she wasn't spotted. She could hear the crack of the whip and cries from Iorwerth as she spread the fuel and then lit it, watching with some degree of satisfaction as the fire began to take hold of the house. Despoina was the first to investigate the noises and the first to feel Magda's anger, taking a crossbow to the chest before she swung the machete with all her might, aiming for her neck; aiming to kill.

When the remaining wolf and Troilus emerged, Magda slipped past them and ran down to the cellar where Iorwerth was still chained to the wall, his shirt in tatters and soaked in the blood that poured from open wounds. When she heard Troilus' scream she began frantically undoing the shackles before the two of them made their way upstairs, knowing that the probability of there being a confrontation of some description was pretty high. The fire had taken hold quicker than she had anticipated but the two of them somehow managed to make it out of the building alive, if not suffering from bad burns.

Then Iorwerth was knocked sideways by the slave wolf and a tousle ensued between them. Before Magda could help she felt a sharp pain in her abdomen. When she looked down she saw arrows, four of them, taken from the crossbow she had brought, jutting out of her stomach at awkward angles with droplets of blood falling from each of the tips. It was strangely reminiscent of the wound Hans had inflicted upon her all those years ago. Her legs gave out but her weight was supported by Troilus who just began stroking her hair, calling to Iorwerth in a sing-song voice that made her blood run cold. He offered a choice; to go quietly with him and leave Magda there alive, or to fight, lose her and possibly lose his own life as well.

The last thing Magda heard was Troilus' voice asking Iorwerth calmly what his choice would be, then a long silence between the two as the fire roared on endlessly. When she came to she was alone in the woods and all she could hear was the cracking and splintering of the house as the fire continued to consume it.

She had failed; Iorwerth was gone.

She walked, stumbled away from the house without a real destination in mind, trying to follow scents but becoming confused by the smell of burning and by the pain that shot from her stomach wound with every step that she took. If she hadn't stumbled upon the group of werewolves that she did, when she did, she might have died before the night was out, but luckily she had come across members of one of the major packs in the city led by Cole Stanton and Dia Mantenega. They took her in and tended to her wounds, listened to her tales and let her vent her frustration and sadness in whatever way she deemed necessary.

When she was well enough they offered her a place with the pack, and as grateful as she was she had to turn the offer down. For the next few decades she travelled the LA and surrounding states in search of Iorwerth and Troilus but she heard nothing. It was disconcerting to her that there was literally no news on either of them at all, and more than once she entertained the thought that they had crossed the ocean again, or maybe he had killed Iorwerth after all. However much her heart told her that he was still alive she knew that sooner or later she would need to come to realise that her quest was a fruitless one. She returned to the pack in LA with her tail between her legs, asking if that offer to join them was still a viable one and thankfully it was. She was happy to finally have some stability in her life though she was still mourning the loss of Iorwerth, and, to a lesser extent, her children.

After a few long years of venting her frustration out in the training room she asked if she could begin training to become a fully fledged fighter, never wanting to feel as she had done when her weakness had meant that she had lost everything. She wanted, needed to know that she could protect those around her if she had to. So she trained, and trained very, very hard until she was given the title of pack fighter, which she used to tell herself that she can and will protect her family now.

Over the years Magda has learned to let go of the sadness, feeling safe and happy with this new family, hoping that this time she would be lucky enough to be able to keep hold of this happiness.