The fae's tricks left Graea trapped in the town infirmary, taken there by the deep voiced male who had found her, until long after the ship had left port and moved on. But fate appeared to have plans for her. The man who had found her was a lycan, alpha of the local pack. He took her in whilst she recovered offering food and shelter, but more than that he offered guidance. She settled somewhat and formed close bonds with the alpha Alastair, pack Elder and two of the wolves, an garou female and a lycan male. It took time. Graea fought aggressively, and often with the three of them. But for whatever reason they saw good in her and stuck by her.
Months passed and some bonds deepened, others were lost to time. Despite the ardent attentions of the lycan male, Marcus, Graea came to see him as something of a replacement for her lost brother, desperately clinging to his companionship more than the others. Loki, the garou female, appeared not to take to Graea particularly well at the outset, finding the ferine female at odds with her own peaceful nature. Yet in time a firm friendship formed and Graea became ferociously protective of these individuals. She had never really spoken of her past, but she was determined not to let history repeat itself.
Under the guidance and gentle paw of her alpha Graea slowly became more accepting of both her companions and her fate. The time for running and searching seemed, if not ended, put on hold. Months became years, tragedy taking away the close bond she had formed with her alpha, but leaving her closer still to the pack elder, joining him as his mate for some time. She put her knowledge and skills to use, taking on the village forge and becoming armourer to the human queen and served as beta to her long time friend Marcus when he became alpha. Suddenly Graea found herself with a family, settling with the elder and his adopted son for some time.
Perhaps fate had been kind.
