Frankie Baker left Wyrdwood at eighteen with a broken heart, a guilty conscience, and more magick than she knew how to control.
Raised by her grandmother Biddy in a house full of cats, wards, and quiet resilience, Frankie learned early that survival sometimes requires silence. After Frankie’s mother died, Gran became her anchor. That woman is practical, disciplined, and fiercely loving in the understated way of women who’ve already fought their revolutions. Frankie inherited her strength and her stubbornness.
In high school, Frankie discovered how dangerous magic can be when fueled by pride and vengeance. One reckless love spell changed the trajectory of multiple lives, including her own.
When the situation spiraled beyond her control, she ran and hid. She told no one her true location, not even her grandmother. The lies have left her with self-inflicted emotional scars.
She disappeared into the Blue Ridge Mountains. West Virginia became her exile and her refuge. At the Gray Fox Inn, she built a new life from the ground up, becoming a line cook, bartender, and odd-job girl. She sheltered there with her found family for nine years.
Frankie is practical to a fault. She cleans when anxious. She plans when afraid. She believes fiercely in bodily autonomy and chose single motherhood not out of desperation but out of a conviction that she wanted to be a mother more than she wanted to be a wife. She does not believe she has ever been truly in love.
She is a brownie by blood, sparky, with quick reflexes, domestic magick, and an instinct to nurture and defend what’s hers. However, beneath that steady surface, there lives a scared girl who once misused her power and is still paying dearly for it.
Frankie’s arc is not about innocence. It’s about accountability, courage, and choosing love without coercion.
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