“Kolobos. It means ‘mutilated.’ Some would say it's what Zeus did when he severed the first creatures who roamed the earth in two, condemning them to wander in search of their better half. But others believe he created divine beauty, for in severing the beast, he created man and woman.” I grew up with Greek mythology. I also grew up with Angels in my life. So I’m quite familiar with both pantheons. Although I don’t “believe” in anything in particular. I know that God exists. He’s my grandfather. I know which stories from the Bible are true, and which ones have been embellished for dramatic purposes. I’ve had the best teachers in the universe teaching me every day of my life about how everything was created and the roles that were played. But I also know that the Greek gods and goddesses exist, too. I’m descended from Artemis and the First Fury, Journey Savas. Although that greatness didn’t manifest the way my mother would have wanted it to. I’m not Garou like her. Just kin. Just Nephilim and Fallen. We’ll get into more on that later, but for now, we should probably start with introductions… I’m not sure if you know who I am or not. Probably not. But my name is Lexa Michaela Marshall. It’s not the surname I was given at birth, but it is the one I took when I married Jimmy Marshall. When I was born, my mother gave me my father’s surname of Demiurgos. My mother’s surname is Miklos. My parents were never married. And I barely got a chance to know my mother. It was my father who raised me. His name is Michael. Yes, the Archangel Michael. That’s how I’m Nephilim. I mentioned that I’m married. Jimmy and me have been bound to each other most of our lives. We’ve know each other since we were seven and eight years old. We are the parents to some of the most beautiful children in the world. And we are very close to our families. They say it takes a village to raise children, and we definitely have a village. Daddy had a village raising me, too. Okay, now I know I may be using words and terms that you’re unfamiliar with. Let me explain before we get any deeper into this so that you’re not completely lost. Garou are werewolves. Not the kind that are bitten and turn into humanoid wolves on the full moon. That’s just Hollywood pretending they know what werewolves are about. Garou are born into the life of werewolves and battle. Mama KNEW early in her pregnancy with me that I would one day grow up to become Garou. Not all children of the Garou are true born. It’s actually a 1 in 4 chance. Mama was wrong about me. I never shifted. I’m just kin. Although Daddy has protected me from the abuse that a lot of kin go through in their lives. Garou society has always been a part of my life, but not a huge part. The next term I should probably describe is Nephilim. Those are the children of Angels. Now, strictly speaking, Nephilim are forbidden. Granddad had almost all of them destroyed before the Great Flood. But there are reasons I was born this way. We’ll get into more on that in a little while. And the last thing I should explain is Fallen. That’s short for “Fallen Angel.” Once upon a time I was an Archangel. Then I decided to Fall to Earth so that I could be with Jimmy. Originally I Fell back before the Great Flood and was born Nephilim. But, as I mentioned, granddad had them smote before the Flood. I was one of the smote, and it happened before I Awakened to my Angelic nature, so I was reborn later. Into this life. Now, to get into the story proper… I already told you that my Mama was Garou. Her name was Alexis Miklos. She was one of the great warriors in the Black Fury tribe in Greece until shortly after I was born. She was legendary in the tribe until then, too. She helped save Greece from the Black Spiral Dancer invasion in the 70’s and early 80’s. It was because of her reputation that two things happened. The first is that, in 1980, she was given her choice of kin to marry. She chose a man by the name of Victor Savas. She didn’t know him at all, but she’d seen him around and he was quite hot. It was her hormones that made her choose him. So they got married and, in between going on missions with her pack, she came home to sleep with her husband and enjoy good romps between the sheets. The second thing that happened was that in 1983, she was captured during a battle by a company called BioTech. They experimented on her for three months before her pack was able to rescue her. I’m not real clear on what experiments they did except that my twin brother, Nicholas, and me were the results of some of the experiments. They had Archangel DNA from my Daddy, and I think they were attempting to get a Garou Nephilim. They only succeeded in getting a Nephilim, so it’s probably a good thing the experiment didn’t fully work. I can only imagine how powerful a Garou Nephilim would have been… Anyway, Mama discovered she was pregnant before being rescued. And that’s when Daddy came into her life. I’m not real clear on how they met. Daddy doesn’t talk about that too much. But Mama accepted him into her life and agreed that he should be a part of our lives. I know that they fell in love over the course of the pregnancy. I know that Mama divorced Victor shortly after Daddy came into her life, because Victor hit her. She wouldn’t tolerate a man in her life who abused her. So Mama and Daddy lived together, prepared together, and might have even been excited about the prospect of having a child together. Daddy told Mama right away that one of the children would be a boy. That he wasn’t Daddy’s. So Mama decided right away to give my brother up to a Get of Fenris family. They’re like the Black Fury tribe Mama was a part of, but instead of being female only, they have males and females as part of their tribe. According to Daddy, Mama wasn’t thrilled with being out of commission for the duration of the pregnancy, but she said I was “unplanned, but not unwanted.” Everyone went into high alert when, on January 4, 1984, Mama went into labor. Mama had Daddy by her side in the delivery room. But the doctors knew that Mama was having twins, so they elected for a c-section delivery instead of trying to have her delivery naturally. They didn’t want to risk her life or ours if one of us got stuck. My sibling was born first. He was big, although I don’t know his birth stats. Then they went in to get me. Somehow, despite having a c-section, I was stuck. The doctors had to perform actual surgery to get me out, and then my umbilical cord was wrapped around my neck, cutting off my oxygen. I was very small despite being full term. I weighed in at 3lbs, 9oz, ad 15 inches long. The doctors said that my placenta hadn’t been attached properly, so I hadn’t been getting the nutrition that I needed to grow properly. Between that and the umbilical cord, they weren’t convinced that I was going to survive the night, let alone growing up. But Mama and Daddy were at my side, and Daddy had the Angelic host to bless me and help me make it through those early days. I spent the first few months of my life in the NICU. But, after the first 48 hours, the doctors told my parents that I’d survive. And by the time I was released, they were pretty certain that I’d have a normal life span, although they couldn’t rule out Cerebral Palsy. Mama was terrified that her baby girl wouldn’t life a full and normal life. My brother was given to a Get of Fenris family shortly after birth. After the Host had verified that he wasn’t Nephilim. They verified that I was just moments after my birth. But I came home at 3 months old, weighing in at a whopping 6lbs and 9oz. I was destined to be small, I guess. But Mama and Daddy raised me together for the first two and a half years of my life. Mama and Daddy were together the first time I said Mama (although Dada was my first word), and they saw my first steps when I was about 20 months old. I took them to Mama. But my Mama didn’t get to see any of my other developmental milestones because she was murdered by Daddy’s Archangel nemesis, Sandalphon. Daddy raised me by himself after that. Well, not really by himself. As I mentioned, he had a village to help raise me. But he was a single father. Daddy and me lived in Greece for my very early childhood. Until I was about six years old. He made sure that my grandparents and aunts were a big part of my life. I have two aunts by blood, and a third through marriage. But Aunt Alyssa and my grandparents were big parts of my life. Aunt Ayliana not so much. She tried to get custody of me from Daddy after Mama died, but the courts rightfully said that she had no claim on me. I was with my biological father, and he’d been a part of my life since before I was born, so they pretty much laughed her out of the courthouse. She never liked Daddy, so she wasn’t as big a part of my life as Aunt Alyssa and my grandparents. They all loved Daddy and were so thankful that he didn’t take me away from them. Around my sixth birthday, Daddy and me moved to New York, and I started my education. I should probably mention that my wings unfurled for the first time when I was about two years old. I was too young to understand that I shouldn’t open them up out in public or when other people were around, so Daddy decided to homeschool me. He was also of the opinion that he could give me a better education than any school system could. I tend to agree. There are a few other things I should mention about my early childhood before we go any further. The first is that, Daddy and Mama realized while I was still very young that there was something off about me. I wasn’t vocalizing like I should. I had repetitive movements. And I refused to make eye contact. That’s when Daddy took me to the Wingriders. They’re an alien race to this planet, but they’re helping to make it a better place. They have way more advanced medical technology than humans do, so Daddy took me to them to get a diagnosis. I was diagnosed as Autistic. He would have had them fix it, but Mama said absolutely not. She didn’t want doctors of any type tinkering with my head or DNA. Daddy respected her wishes, and they just did occupational therapy and other types of therapy to help me adjust and learn how to interact with the world. By the time I was five, I was starting to show other symptoms that couldn’t be attributed to the Autism. Again, Daddy took me to the Wingriders. This time I was diagnosed with Bipolar Disorder II. That was a long road to a diagnosis, I think I was closer to seven when the diagnosis was finally given. But again, Daddy didn’t let the Wingriders fix it. He knew Mama wouldn’t want them to. So we worked with medication and therapy to control the mental illness. The third thing is that I started martial arts training when I was only about four years old. Daddy knew that it would help focus me, so I started in Tae Kwon Do and progressed from there. I’ve been doing martial arts every day of my life since I started. Okay, now we can talk about my education and New York. As I mentioned, I was six when we moved to New York. My Greek family wasn’t happy about the move, but Daddy promised they would see me every weekend, so that calmed some of the dissent. But as soon as we got to New York, Daddy started working with me on reading English. I knew how to speak it already. Daddy had been teaching me both English and American Sign Language from a very early age. The sign language helped with my Autism. There were times when I couldn’t speak what I was thinking or feeling, so I’d sign it. But I had a hard time learning how to read English. It was a struggle at first. It looked like chicken scratch. But, eventually — after I was diagnosed as Dyslexic — I was able to catch on and start reading it. Daddy got me all the tools I needed to learn with dyslexia. Once we had that in place, everything else was fairly easy. I learned how to speak and read Arabic, Mandarin, Latin, Spanish, French, Russian, and even a bit of Elvish. I always enjoyed the Elvish. It appealed to my love of fantasy. In addition to the language skills, Daddy taught me all my other subjects, as well. We had plenty of outings and field trips to help with the learning. We also had a lot of time socializing with other kids and adults. Daddy wanted to make sure that I was comfortable with people. Although I can’t say that he was completely successful there. I’ve always been uncomfortable in large groups. More prone to slipping off on my own to decompress and escape the overwhelming sensations of voices and movement. I was seven when I met Jimmy. His family moved in next door, and I met him on the day they moved in. The instant I met him, I knew there was something special about this boy. I felt it in my soul. I think he did, too. He was eight, so much too young to help with the moving. We went into my back yard and played together all day while the adults moved into their new house. And, from that moment on, we were practically inseparable. Jimmy went to school at the local public school. But, when he was home, we were playing. Most of the time we were outside, using our imaginations, and creating our own worlds in our backyards. Although, it wasn’t too long before Jimmy introduced me to the world of video games. I never got into playing video games. I tend to panic when I play games like that because I can’t differentiate the game from reality in that moment, but I love watching Jimmy play games. Always have. Even from the beginning, when games weren’t all that exciting, I could watch him play all day. For three years Jimmy and me were the happiest kids in the world. His family loved me, and Daddy was glad that I had Jimmy. Although he did put the fear of granddad into him early on so that he’d know not to get handsy or anything with me. But for those three years, we had all kinds of adventures, and Jimmy even went with me to Greece a few times. My grandparents and Aunt Alyssa thought he was cute. And that we were cute together. Jimmy never learned to speak all the languages that I did, but he did learn Greek and ASL. Then, one summer, Jimmy was sent off to a ranch with his older sister. It was just supposed to be a couple months and then back home. Nothing exciting. I was in Greece for the summer with Daddy and my grandparents. By then Aunt Alyssa had a villa on the Aegean and I loved being on the water. I can still remember when I got home and saw Jimmy for the first time. I almost didn’t recognize him. He wouldn’t talk about what happened, but I knew something bad had gone down. His sister had died by suicide before he came home. He almost lost his life, too. It was horrific. The next couple years were rough. It took a long time for Jimmy to come back to me. But I was there for him throughout. Even if it just meant sitting quietly with him in his bedroom, holding his hand with my head resting on his upper arm. My hormones started kicking in when I was about 14 years old. That’s when I started my period for the first time. Daddy handled it well. He showed me how to use the products I’d need to control it, and then he reaffirmed the wrath of granddad if I got pregnant or anything before marriage. Jimmy and me didn’t even kiss until I was 16. And then it wasn’t full on making out or anything. Just a chaste, sweet kiss. Of course we did escalate from there, but we didn’t sleep with each other no matter how badly I was dying to have Jimmy in my pants. That’s not to say that we didn’t do other things. But I was a virgin on my wedding night. We’ll put it that way. From 14 to 18, my life was really good. Jimmy was back to himself. I was learning how to fight and fly at the same time, and preparing for college. I wanted to go to Stanford for their sports medicine program and martial arts. My major was going to be in the martial arts stuff, with a minor in sports medicine. I wanted to teach Aikido and Jiu Jitsu, as well as a few other forms, but I also wanted the backup of having the sports medicine in case I couldn’t make a living in California just teaching martial arts. Daddy agreed that it was a good plan. Jimmy was planning on going to Stanford, too. Although his program was going to be in computer programming. Although college wasn’t the only thing on our minds. I was 16 when Jimmy got down on one knee and proposed to me. We were surrounded by family and friends on that Christmas morning. My Greek family was actually in New York that year. Jimmy presented me with the most beautiful pink diamond ring I had ever seen. He must have been saving up for a couple years from his part time, after school job to pay for that ring. Of course I said yes. I was thrilled. And our families were thrilled for us. We set a date for July of 2002. The next two years went by really slowly. I was dying to be married to Jimmy. To be in college with him. Living on our own and being our own little family. We planned to have the wedding in Greece at Aunt Alyssa’s villa. My cousin, Remy, was going to be our flower girl. She was young and cute, so it seemed like a good idea. We had my Uncle Raphael as our officiant. Yes, the Archangel Raphael. My Angelic family had always been a big part of my life, and we were getting married. That seemed like a good fit, too. The wedding, when it finally happened, was gorgeous. I will never forget walking down the aisle in my white gown, to Jimmy in his white suit with steel blue sash that matched my eyes. Daddy walked me down the aisle and gave me away to my mate. The reception was amazing, too. We were both too young to drink in the States, but in Greece, we were able to enjoy some champaign and have a good time. Daddy made sure we didn’t get too tipsy. Our honeymoon was spent on a small Greek island. Daddy and Aunt Alyssa rented it for us so that we’d have the island to ourselves. There was swimming in the Aegean, making love on the beach, and hiking in the woods. It was blissful. The first time Jimmy and me made love was probably one of the scariest things in the world. I knew what sex was and how it worked. Daddy had always been very open with me and answered all my questions as I was growing up. But it was still scary for me. I’m sure it was for Jimmy, too. But it was also so incredible. I was on birth control, so we didn’t have to worry about a pregnancy on our wedding night. I used to imagine that’s what heaven must be like. Wrapped in your mate’s arms, him buried inside you, and just feeling whole and complete. Jimmy took a gap year between high school and college. We wanted to start at the same time. So we started the semester after our wedding in 2002. Our parents helped us get our first apartment. It was off campus but close enough to walk to our classes. And I went to a real school for the first time in my life. It was overwhelming to say the least sometimes. There were days I’d go home from classes and just sit down in the living room, with just the radio on low, and sit for a few hours. Jimmy would come home and see me sitting there and immediately start signing to me. He knew that too much noise was going to set me off. Then he’d settle and cuddle me for a while until I was able to handle the world again. I know how Jimmy made it through his program. He worked his ass off every moment of every day. I’m not sure how I made it through mine. I had special accommodations, but I didn’t use them. I knew that I wasn’t going to graduate with Jimmy if I did. So I forced myself to go through my classes like everyone else. It was rough. There were days when I was suicidal. And there were days when I just couldn’t handle any more. I’d take a day off from classes, go to the Wingrider community, and get my meds adjusted and talk to my therapist. That was probably a once a month thing during those five years. And summers were spent just decompressing and preparing for the next semester. We spent a lot of our summers in Greece. That was always home to me. Daddy would come with us, and I’d be surrounded by family. We saw Jimmy’s family for winter breaks and thanksgiving. It was while we were in college that I was Awakened to my Angelic past. I didn’t know anything about how Falling worked or anything, so I didn’t know that’s what I was going through. And I never mentioned it to Daddy, so he didn’t know to give me a heads up. But I was starting to have nightmares at night. For quite a while they were just once in a while. A random nightmare here or there. Then, as time progressed, they became more frequent and scary. I never remembered them when I woke up, but I’d wake up in a panic and Jimmy would have to calm me down. I went to my doctors for meds to help with the nightmares, but nothing worked. Eventually, it go to the point where I was having nightmares every night. At one point, I stayed up for 72 hours to avoid the nightmares. Then I crashed out and was Awakened that night. The Angel Gabriel came to me and showed me the Silver City and everything I’d left behind. She said I’d chosen to Fall to be with Jimmy. She also said that Jimmy was as immortal as I was. Neither one of us would ever see the Silver City again because I was Forsaken now. It was a rough thing to go through. I woke up the next morning in my bed with Jimmy and just held onto him and cried for a while. Once I was able to pull myself together, I called Daddy to talk to him. He came out to visit that day, and I skipped my classes so that we could talk and figure out what this meant for me and Jimmy. Ultimately it just means that Jimmy and me will never die, and we’ve got an eternity ahead of us. That happened when I was 23. The next year, I got pregnant. Jimmy and me had just graduated when I discovered that I was pregnant. We were thrilled with the idea of having a baby together. Although we were also terrified. Daddy made sure that I was seeing a doctor in the Wingrider community for my prenatal care, and Jimmy and me ultimately moved into the Calgary community. That’s where my doctor was, and we wanted to be as close as we possibly could just in case there was an emergency. The pregnancy went entirely smoothly, though. I went into labor on March 1, 2008. Jimmy and me were at home, and I didn’t realize I was in labor. For about two weeks prior, I’d been having false starts. I figured this was another false start. So I didn’t say anything to Jimmy until my water broke. Then everything moved quickly. Jimmy called my doctor over, Caleb McAllister, and I gave birth to our daughter at home in bed. Jimmy actually did some of the delivering. The baby’s head was crowning when Caleb got there. In the end, we had a beautiful baby girl that we named Shiloh Alyssa Marshall. She was 8lbs, 9oz, and 21 inches long. So she was a good sized baby. Although she still looked so tiny in my arms, and even tinier in Jimmy’s arms. It was amazing watching him hold our daughter for the first time. It felt like my heart was going to burst I was so happy. Daddy arrived shortly after Shi’s birth, and held her for the first time when she was only about 45 minutes old. That was amazing, too. Jimmy’s parents gave us a couple weeks to settle in before they came to visit. But then they stayed for a while to help. By then I was showing signs of postpartum depression, and everyone was worried about both me and the baby. After Shiloh’s birth, we had to play around with my meds a bit and I was in intense therapy for a while. The postpartum depression was bad. I was also nursing and having a hard time with it. I desperately wanted to nurse her through her first year, though. So Jimmy and me read all the books we could find on breastfeeding. We got a lactation coach, and we talked to other mothers who were nursing their kids, or had in the past. It was crazy. The first six weeks were the hardest. I almost gave up a couple times. Especially when Shi started to lose some weight. Caleb said not to worry, though. It was normal. Just nurse a little more frequently. I was already nursing every two hours. Jimmy got almost no sleep during the first four months of Shi’s life. I’m not sure how he did it. We’d go to bed at night, and whenever Shi needed to be fed, he’d get up, change her, and bring her to me so that I could nurse while I was sleeping. I got way more sleep than he did. But we made it through the first four months. Then Caleb thickened my milk a bit so that Shi would go longer between feedings. That got us three hours at a time during the night. And, as she grew, we got more time sleeping. By the time she was about six months old, I was getting up once a night with her. By then, I cherished those middle of the night feedings. My baby at my breast, rocking in the rocking chair, and holding her as she lay milk drunk in my arms. I didn’t want to ever give up those times. Jimmy and me were quite happy with just the one child. I went back on brith control almost immediately after Shi was born. And I stayed on it. We were always a very sexual couple, and having a baby really put a kink in that. So we weren’t looking to add to our family for a long while. We saw all of her firsts. She said Dada when she was about five months old. Mama didn’t come until a couple months later. She took her first steps when she was about 10 months old. She took them to Jimmy. She was a Daddy’s girl right from the start. She only wanted me when she was hungry or wanted to nurse. That was okay, though. I loved seeing Jimmy with her. And I was happy just so long as I got those nursing times with her. And I nursed Shi until she was about seven. That’s when she finally decided that she was done. All that time we lived in the Wingrider community in Calgary, Alberta, Canada. We made friends there and had a good support system. I was working at the dojo teaching martial arts just like I’d always wanted. And Shi was starting school at the Wingrider school in the community. That meant she was going to have an excellent education. Daddy also did some of her lessons, teaching her languages and religion. Shi was trilingual from birth, though. She knew English, Greek, and ASL from the very beginning. Even now, I still use ASL when I get overwhelmed, so she needed to know how to communicate with me when that happened. It was a useful skill, though, as we found out shortly after Shi’s 10th birthday. Shi was with Daddy that day when Jimmy and me were out walking in the community. Out of nowhere, a panicked child ran into us. We stopped her and tried to talk to her to find out where she belonged, and immediately realized that she was deaf and mute. So we signed to her and she responded that her name was Max and that she’d come from the orphanage that had just opened up in the community. One of her caretakers raced out after her, realized that we were able to communicate with the child, and asked us if we could foster her. No one in the community knew ASL, so they didn’t know how to communicate with Max. Jimmy and me agreed, and we took Max home with us. Max was about three years old at the time. We took her home, introduced her to Shi and Daddy, and then figured we’d settle her in until the community at large could learn ASL, but then Max asked a question at supper that changed our lives completely. She asked if Jimmy and me were going to be her parents now. I looked at Jimmy, and we talked for a moment silently. I couldn’t let Max get attached to us and then have her taken away and given to someone else. Jimmy and me agreed that we’d adopt her, so we said yes. We didn’t know this child or any issues she may have, but we went down the next day and filled out the paperwork. We now had a family of four. Thankfully Shi was more than happy to share her parents with Max. It was right around when we got Max that Lucifer and Chloe Decker came into our lives. Lucifer had decided he was done with ruling hell a couple years earlier and moved to L.A. That’s about when the Malibu community opened up. So Jimmy and me decided to move back to California and some warmer weather. We relocated to Malibu and were immediately part of Lucifer’s circle. He owns Lux, a nightclub that I’ve frequented a time or two. That’s how I met my Uncle. I recognized him right away. Him and Daddy are identical twins. But Lucifer dresses in Armani and Burberry suits and looks like a glam poster child for big name designers. Daddy prefers blue jeans and sweaters or t-shirts. But once Lucifer came into our lives, we met Chloe and she became one of my best friends. And Lucifer’s pet demon, Maze, became the second person in my life that I’d slept with. I’m not going into details about all of that. You don’t need to know. But I will say that it was with Jimmy’s knowledge and permission. I would never cheat on him without him being okay with it first. He means too much to me for me to do anything that would hurt him. As I mentioned, I’ve been on birth control since Shi’s birth. It’s Wingrider birth control, so it’s 99.9% effective. But our luck ran out in October of 2020. That’s when I went into the clinic for a routine checkup and discovered that I was newly pregnant. We were given the option of terminating before the pregnancy got too far along, and Jimmy and me discussed it, but I couldn’t terminate. I’m staunchly pro-life for myself. I won’t make that decision for anyone else, but for myself, I believe that life starts at conception and could not bring myself to terminate. Shi was thrilled with the idea of having a new baby sister. Max was okay with the idea, but not excited. It was because of Shi that Raphael showed up one night to bless the baby I was carrying. I wasn’t even past the first trimester yet, and Raphael was blessing our baby. So we knew we’d make it to the end of the pregnancy at that point. Our daughter, Anaca James Marshall, was born on June 1, 2021. She was a very small baby at just 3lbs, 10oz, and 17 inches long. She was about five weeks early. But, because I’d had Wingrider prenatal care, she was perfectly healthy. Just small. Still, she went home with a monitor on her foot for the first three months of her life. We never had any issues with her not breathing, but it was good to know that we would have been alerted if she had stopped breathing. Now we’re catching up with what’s going on currently. In mid-2021, Max came to Jimmy and me and told us that she wanted her hair cut into a boy’s style. She said boys don’t wear their hair the way that she had it. So we asked some questions about why she wanted a boy haircut and what she was feeling. She came out and told us that she was a boy, and always had been. So Jimmy took Max upstairs, and they figured out a new haircut, and Max was so happy with it. He then told us that he wanted to be called Knox. We were curious where the name Knox came from, but he would never give us a real answer about it. He just said it was a name he heard and liked, We added Alexander for a middle name so that we could keep up the tradition in my family of using variations of the name Alexandra. Knox was already in therapy because of some other stuff that had happened previously, so we adjusted things to work through the process of transitioning from female to male. Now it’s just a process of therapy until he’s old enough for us to talk to Caleb about stopping puberty and completing the transition. It was towards the end of November 2021 when Jaden came into our lives. She’s Black Spiral Dancer kin who hadn’t been corrupted yet. She’d been horribly abused — sexually, physically, mentally, emotionally — throughout her life. They were trying to corrupt her when she escaped from the hive she was at and fled for her life. She made it from northern Canada to the Wingrider community in Calgary. Caleb got her into the clinic and started the process of healing her and getting her healthy again. It’s so cold in Canada in the winter, though, that Jaden asked if she could go somewhere warmer. Caleb sent her out to the Malibu community and to Sara to continue to treatment. That’s when Sara contacted me to tell me about this kin child who was in need of a family. Ultimately, she manipulated me into agreeing to take Jaden and give her a home, although we didn’t know if she’d even survive the rest of the winter. That’s how bad her health was. I did something I shouldn’t have, and I asked Daddy to heal her. Daddy didn’t want to say no to me, so he did it and got into big trouble with Granddad. I feel horrible that Daddy got into trouble. But, at the same time, I’m relieved that Jaden is healthy and happy for the first time in her life. That we’ve been able to adopt her and make her a part of our family, and show her that not all families are twisted and sick like hers had been. This is where my life takes a really interesting turn. On January 17, 2022, Gin called me randomly in the middle of the evening to tell me that Daddy was carrying a half naked woman into his apartment. Of course Jimmy and me were intrigued about this, and I really wanted to know what woman Daddy had in his apartment. So I went over to see. Apparently my Mama had just recently been brought back from the dead by BioTech. We thought all the labs had been destroyed and everyone attached to them killed, but apparently we were wrong. Daddy rescued her, and brought her back to his apartment. Daddy told me Mama was upstairs when I showed up at his apartment, so I stayed on the couch while they got her showered and into some clothes, then I was re-introduced to my Mama for the first time in 36 years. It was emotional for both of us. I insisted that we get Mama to Caleb to make sure everything was okay. I didn’t want to lose her to something random when I’d just gotten her back. Caleb informed us that she was pregnant again. This time with a child that was both celestial and True Born Garou. Caleb offered to turn off the True Born gene, and Mama decided that was a good thing after she found out that the Furies had kidnapped me and had me raped just a few weeks prior. We spent the whole next day together — shopping, introducing the kids to their Grandma, and having adult time with Jimmy, Me, Daddy, Mama, Lucifer, and Chloe. Amazingly Daddy and Lucifer didn’t pick on each other too much. Although it really threw both him and me when there was PDA and Daddy didn’t shy away from it. That was just odd, but something I guess we’ll have to get used to. I know that he loved Mama before she died, and I know that she loved him. He just never talked much about their relationship. So now, for the first time in my life that I can remember, I’m seeing my parents together as partners. Mama was Awakened her first night home, so she’s never going to be taken away from us again. That’s a good thing. I don’t think Daddy could handle it if she were. And I would be absolutely devastated to lose my Mama again. So this is where we are now. Jimmy and me have been married for almost 20 years now. We have four beautiful children. And we’re living in the Malibu community with our parents. Lucifer and Chloe are a big part of our lives, and excitedly, they’re having a baby together. Chloe has a daughter, Trixie, who has become best friends with Shi. They’re the same age, and Lucifer is teaching them both how to bake and cook. I’d say we have really good lives right now. It’s been good all along for the most part. I’m happy, and I have everything I could ever ask for. We’ll see where things go from here, but for now, I hope we just coast along on the good times. I’ve heard it said that life’s a bitch and then you die, but Jimmy and me can’t die. And life really isn’t that bad. Maybe we’re just lucky. Whatever the case, I’ll take it.