( David CasteƱada/ male/ he/him) ā Lucas Thorne has been living in Port Leiry for like a day. They currently work as a Unemployed, and are 31 years old. No one is sure if theyāre actually a Werewolf or if theyāre connected to Harford. They tend to be quite Stubborn and Hot Headed, but can also be Loyal and Caring.
Name: Lucas Jesse Thorne Occupation: Currently unemployed Age: 31 (August 27th, 1993) Sexuality: Queer Species: Werewolf Clan/Pack/Coven?: Harford Hometown: Washington, D.C - Later West Virginia Relationship Status: DivorcedĀ x2 (Same guy) Personality Traits: Stubborn, Hot-Headed, Cocky, Loyal, Caring, Romantic
TW: Murder, cannibalism, kidnapping, child abuse, infidelity
001. Youāre six years old, and you walk down to your kitchen to find a monster hunched over the bloody pile that was your family. The world blurs, and time seems to freeze as the monster sinks its teeth into your arm. Just as quickly, youāre free, free to struggle and almost make it halfway down the hall to your baby sisterās room before the darkness sets in and you fall. When you come back to reality, youāre being carried by a man with blood in his hair, wearing clothes from your fatherās closet. You ask about your family, you cry, kick, scream, and he tells you theyāre dead, tells you he didnāt mean it, tells you he was the monster, and youāre one too. You ask about your sister, and he looks guilty, looks back, and he tells you sheās gone. You donāt have anyone, anymore.Ā
002. The manās son was killed by a hunter, he tells you. His wolf had traced the scent to your house, and he wasnāt in control, wasnāt aware of how vicious he had been with your family. Your new room is full of clothes that are too big, posters for bands you donāt like, unfinished homework on a desk for classes youāre not old enough to be in. The next full moon you learn youāre a monster too, and he tells you heās part of the Vawter Pack, that theyāll take care of you, that theyāre a family, and the word makes you want to throw yourself into anyone's arms and cry until everything feels less awful. A boy whoās lost his family, and a father whoās lost a son. It just makes sense, doesnāt it?Ā
003. Your father always gets antsy right before the full moon, and tempers rise in the worst kind of way. You started yelling back months ago, and somethingās got you getting bold, getting careless. Your skull cracks open against the kitchen counter, and your right ear never works the same again. He pulls you out of the hospital before the sun sinks too low, but your wolf doesnāt take kindly to stitches. What could have been a tiny mark on your scalp is a large scar, left from a night spent dragging a claw through half-healed wounds when the skin stitching together began to itch.Ā
004. You do the math sometime in highschool, poking holes in the story. Your family died under a crescent moon, and while you canāt turn on one, you know your father is one of the kind of wolves that can, and keep his mind in the process. Itās your parents, your baby sister, the life you were going to have, supposed to have, that youāre thinking of when you finally do it. It takes a lot to poison a werewolf, but wolfsbane grows all over these mountains, and youāre more patient than you look. You pack a bag and skip town that night, and never look back.
005. The nerves all around your broken arm are screaming at you to do something, but when the doctor asks you to rate your pain on a scale of 1-10, the best line you can manage through the pain is āIām looking at it. Ten.ā You fall fast, and you fall hard, tripping over all your hangups and worries and falling right into a marriage for the best two years of your life. You kick the Vawter name to the curb and become a Laroux, and you've never been happier. You feel safe, you feel loved, and for the first time in a while, full moons arenāt as awful when you know that your wolves get along, that youāre more likely to wake up with him right there.Ā
006. Youāre pulling away, and itās unraveling your marriage. Youāre pulling away from him, and you donāt know how to stop. Something is wrong, something you donāt know how to put into words, something you let sit heavy in your chest as he throws himself into work more and more. Eventually, it becomes unbearable. You know itās wrong, you know youāre being stupid, but that doesnāt stop you from taking someone home when you know heās working late. When you think heās working late. You break his heart in the process of breaking your own, sign the papers when his lawyer sends them, and you still canāt find the right words for why you did it.Ā
007. Itās hard to keep away from him when your wolves still act like a pack. Waking up after full moons within shouting distance of him leads to walks back to town together, and something has to fill the silence. Youāre falling back into what could have been, and itās beautiful enough to end up drunk in a courthouse, saying āI doā all over again. It doesnāt last. The relationship is dead. The "what ifās" are finally quieted, the dreams about what could have been if youād never fucked it up are set aside. Youāre both better off without trying to drag the corpse of your marriage out of its grave.Ā
008. You learn sheās alive by mistake. Youāre getting your old last name back, calling hospitals back in D.C to try to find your real birth certificate, not the fakes your not-father gave you with his own last name, and you start hearing things that make you hope. You dig, try your hand at social media searching, and eventually you find it: Port Leiry. You pull up your roots, buy a one-way bus ticket, and donāt even bother to say goodbye before you go.
