Oona’s life before the police academy was quite ordinary. She grew up just outside Olympia, Washington in the suburbs playing cops and robbers with her younger brother, Gabe, and the neighbor kids that lived along their cul-de-sac. Ever since she’d been five years old, Oona knew exactly what she wanted to do. She was accepted into the Washington State Patrol academy just outside of Seattle and made the top of her class in just one year. When she graduated, Oona’s career path had already been mapped out. She worked lower level positions in the field for years before anything substantial came her way; a new position in homicide just outside her hometown. Oona was twenty-five years old when tasked with tracking down a serial killer who’d been on the run for weeks. Going off a lead, Oona went after the perp by herself against her partner’s wishes. What she came across wasn’t a person at all, but instead a rather large, wolf-like beast.
When she finally came to, two men were with her, one who claimed to be a police chief and the other who claimed to be a councilman. Patrick Antrim and Meyer Lowell, just two people telling her impossible things that couldn’t possibly be true. Like that she’d been turned into a werewolf, and she’d been admitted into a town inhabited by supernatural beings with witches, nymphs, and other shit that couldn’t possibly exist. In her confusion she tried leaving town, and much to her dismay the councilman and the police chief were right. Manifesting into a werewolf, Oona nearly killed an innocent, one of her greatest fears. After that, she flung herself into training. Oona wanted to know about the town’s history, about various species, and everything there was to know about werewolves. Things began looking up when she gained control; she even managed to make a friend, a witch, by the name of Hal. Hell, she even met someone, another werewolf like herself named Nathan Friedman, a man who was even more charming than he was handsome. Until the night of Lethe’s annual gala, Oona had stopped worrying about what may come next. Though as it turned out, her biggest challenge was yet to come. Even after she caught onto boyfriend’s terrifying plans, Oona was unable to stop Nathan from killing Patrick, her friend, her boss, her mentor.
Everything after that felt like a blur. Catching Friedman, getting Patrick back, losing Friedman, killing him…killing Nathan Friedman changed her life, and it even threw Oona off her path. The thing was, she hadn’t meant to kill him, but on the day of the open council meeting, things went haywire. Everyone lost control, even her. But in the midst of something terrible, something quite beautiful emerged in its wake. Love found her in the form of someone she’d been close with for a while now, a friend. Hal became her crutch, her shoulder to cry on and even after a while, her home. Along with this relationship came a sense of confidence in the werewolf, which in the long run earned her a position at the precinct as a detective. She loves her job, her relationship with Hal, and the home they’ve built together. But news of a pregnancy puts doubt in Oona’s mind. A kid is a big commitment, one her and Hal had only just began discussing. Her hope is that this only strengthens their bond, rather than it being the end of something great.
