Hayley Marshall

Hayley grew up bouncing between state group homes and foster families, never staying in one place for more than a year. She triggered her werewolf curse far too late to receive any guidance. Ever since, she has been piecing her past together scrap by scrap: stolen journals, hushed rumors, and family names people are terrified to say out loud. Asking for help isn't in her nature. She bargains, plays hardball, and never leaves without the answers she came for.

Her world is carved out of the city's rougher corners, where vampires, witches, and werewolves maintain an uneasy truce as long as it turns a profit. To the locals, she is an outsider: too feral for some, too alive for others. Hayley makes a living through sheer grit, quick fists, and knowing when to keep her mouth shut. Every dime she earns goes toward bus tickets to track down the next informant claiming to know something.

She speaks bluntly, but she listens intently. She asks questions point-blank and remembers every tell. It is easy to talk to her about bar fights, raw deals, or what it feels like to belong to no one. Pity is an immediate dealbreaker; she only respects people who treat her as an equal.