Author's Note
This is a story that has been published by me before. I took it down to fix the grammar/spelling errors and then republished it. But then I accidentally deleted the whole thing (four chapters) a few days ago, which was not my intentions. I wanted to post up the three chapters I had saved on my laptop for the past 5 years. Oops! This is actually not a bad thing! Because as you all know, TVD has ended and so will TO soon. So maybe we can all live out our Klaus/Caroline fantasies here again. I'm going to try to refresh my memories on TVD so that I can continue Remember Me. Please read that and leave thoughts on it as well. As for this, the first time I wrote this story, it was SUPER SUPER confusing. After re reading the chapters saved on my laptop, I was very disappointed in myself. So I've been picking bits and pieces of the original story and incorporating it into this one! The main points of this story will relatively stay the same but hopefully will develop into a much better story that the original publish. Thank you again to everyone who had followed me and my stories over the past FIVE (more like six since 2017 is coming to an end) years of my hiatus and messaging me, encouraging me to continue my stories. I'll try really hard not to disappoint y'all! ;)
Chapter One (King No More)
"Gather your belongings!"
"We are to leave camp before first dawn!"
Orders were barked violently through the night as travelers gathered up the rest of their belongings. Clenched fists, he stormed out of his hut and made his way to the fountain. Everyone was scattering frantically left and right, paying absolutely no attention to his presence what so ever.
Where are you, Caroline?
She knew the plan. If the war was to ever catch up to them, she knew the plan. So where the hell was she?
Caroline sniffed the tracks in front of her. Unfamiliar. She tilted her snout towards the full moon above the horizon. The moon was at its apex which meant she was running out of time. I can make it. She was getting so close. Just a little longer. Despite her better judgment, she let out an annoyed puff, and began following the scent. She ran as fast as her four legs would allow.
Branches were snapped as she zoomed passed and felt like razors across her cheeks. But she pushed through the pain and kept going, only the scent of those dirty humans motivating her on. She came into view of their camp and made no attempt to slow down her speed as she lunged for the first one. Too easy.
The second was heavier, smellier, and his clothes stained with the blood of her own. She let out a low growl as she inched towards him. For every step he moved back, she stalked forward.
"Arthur!"
Arthur was dead.
He screamed again, "Charles!" Charles should've stayed hidden behind the tent. His mistake, she thought. She ripped into Charles' neck and pulled out his esophagus and spit at the fat one's feet. He screamed again but no one else was alive to hear his cries. Caroline growled at just for kicks. She knew it'd make him wet his pants and she mentally laughed at how idiotic he looked.
He dropped to his knees, crying, shaking, and begging for his life. When she was snout to nose with him, she opened her mouth licked his face. Stuttering to come up with coherent words as to what had just happened, she took that opportunity to dig her claws into his chest and ripped out his heart. His heart was in her hands now, her human hands. For the last two seconds of his life, he saw the wolf in it's true form. And even with his bloody heart in her hands, he still was able to soak in her beauty. Wow, was all he could say before his lifeless body fell over. He now understood why these creatures were so feared. Because he knew that she could've killed him with looks alone. And he, would've killed for her if it meant he'd get to bask in her beauty for just one more minute. No human would've been able to resist the allure.
"I really should stop toying with my kills," she scolded herself. Rummaging through their campsite, she found some old trousers and shirt. Quickly throwing them on, she began cleaning up her mess. She could hear her father's voice nagging her as she does so. Never, he would always say, leave a trail.
She hated clean up. It always took too long in her human form and she sure as hell couldn't have done it in her wolf form. Yet to her surprise, she made it back to town with still an hour to spare before they had to leave.
"Father," she screamed as she ran over to the fountain. "Oh Caroline, my dear," he sighed into their embrace. "Where on Earth have you been? You were supposed to meet me here two hours ago." Caroline couldn't lie, especially to her father. "I caught the scent of Freya's murderers -"
"Stop talking," he ushered, "we can't let anyone know what you've done. We don't know who we can trust right now." He cautiously looked around as the travelers continued to prepare for departure. "But father, these people are our friends, are they not?" Caroline was confused. Why was her father so paranoid all of a sudden. The travelers took them in and gave them safe passage as they traveled with them over the past few years. Why couldn't they be trusted all of a sudden.
"Caroline, think my daughter, think," he pointed at his temples. "I've had suspicions for many moons now and today it was confirmed. The war was not coincidentally catching up with us. It is following us, being led straight to us." Her eyes widened. "You don't think there is a mole within our camp, do you?"
He knew there was. There had to be. "We were to head South. Yet we ended up East, here in this small village. I do not think it was on accident." He glanced around one more time to make sure there was no curious eyes on them before grabbing his daughter's wrist and leading her back to their hut. Inside she saw that her father had taken the initiative and packed their bags.
"Caroline!"
"King William?"
Voices could be heard outside. Caroline smiled ear to ear. She ran out and was met with three loving embraces. Stella. Laelia. Cyra. They were members of the royal guards, sworn to til death to protect the royal family. "Please, Will is fine," the king replied. His country was in ruins and his people chased to different corners of the world. He himself had to go into hiding. In hiding he was no king. A king would not have abandoned his homeland. A king would not have run. But to ensure the survival of his species, he did what he had to do. For Caroline. And for Noah, wherever may he be, let the spirits protect him, Will prayed.
"How did you find us," Caroline asked. "My princess, we were following a clue which we thought would lead us to Prince Noah, but it was nothing but a mere trap set up by one of Caius' followers," Laelia responded in her ever so soft and gentle voice. Laelia was the more quiet of the three. She has a soft spot for humans and she trusted too easily, always falling for the false clues of Noah's whereabouts. Her innocent locks of grey hair and sad brown eyes also made her seem to be very trusting as well.
"So we killed the bloody brutes and made our way East once we caught word of Caroline's sightings," Cyra smirked. Cyra was tall, beautiful, and feisty. She had short brown hair with side swept bangs. Her big brown eyes always sparkled with mischief. Her wolf form was just as bold. Her fur was black and her brown eyes appeared to be a few shades darker, making them seem almost black as well.
"Caroline, darling," the oldest of the three sighed, "you should be more careful in your wolf form." Stella was right, she should be more careful. Oh, Stella. Where to start? Stella was the oldest member of the royal guards and King William's sister in law. She saw Caroline as her own daughter after the princess' mother passed away from illness and promised her late sister that she would watch over her. Stella possessed features similar to Caroline. Both ladies had blonde hair, though Stella's was straight and so long it hung below her waistline. Unlike Caroline, the older aunt had pale, deep, blue eyes. Nurturing, almost.
Blend in with the wolves, they taught her. But how was she supposed to do that when there has never existed another wolf like her? Her wolf had dark, golden brown and yellow fur. And her eyes remained the same icey bright blue her human self had.
That's when it clicked. One of the travelers had seen Caroline and Freya, who was also a guard, run in their wolf form. He had promised to keep quiet, keep it a secret. Having witnessed Caroline's unique fur color, he knew her true identity right then and there. He knew she couldn't have been a werewolf. You're one of them, she remembered him clearly saying. He broke that promise and now Caius knew where they were. Traitor.
Ending Summary
I've decided to start this new publish off with Caroline's background and give you a little preview on the events that are about to happen. Leave your thoughts as I CAN NOT wait to read them!
