"What happened?!" Elijah asked worriedly, rushing to the door as Klaus burst into the chamber carrying their sister in his arms. Her head lolled back over Klaus's arm and her blond hair was loose and wild. She groaned as Klaus shifted her and lowered her into a chair close to the fireplace. Sweat covered her forehead and she swallowed roughly, coughing as lightly as she could. Her head throbbed painfully with every movement, and she felt cold all over even though she was sweating profusely.

"She was bitten by a werewolf," Klaus answered firmly, his face drawn as he situated her so she would be comfortable. "I fed her my blood, but it hasn't helped much, if at all."

Rebekah groaned, pressing her face into the curved side of the chair. The fabric of the chair absorbed the sweat on her skin but it beaded back up across her forehead before it could dry. Elijah went to her and sunk down on one knee beside her, rolling his sleeve up to his elbow as he did so. Biting into his wrist, he sat up and pressed his bleeding wrist to her lips.

"I already told you I tried that, and it didn't work," Klaus growled as Rebekah began to drink Elijah's blood.

"Perhaps it wasn't enough. It can't hurt for her to have more," Elijah stated, his tone corrective and aloof. Klaus narrowed his eyes but held his tongue, moving to a nearby chair so he could grip the back of it. The chair whined from the pressure of his strong hands as he watched his sister worriedly while Elijah pulled his handkerchief from his pocket and wiped the excess blood from her lips.

Standing, Elijah began unrolling his sleeve as his wrist healed. Watching Rebekah for a moment, he frowned in consternation. Vampires were susceptible to a werewolf's bite, but they were not like other vampires. She would be sick for a few hours to a day, but she would recover. He wasn't worried about her recovery, but rather about why a werewolf was in the castle in the first place.

Turning to look at his younger brother, Elijah's mouth formed a flat line as he frowned in Klaus's direction. "Where did the beast come from?"

He noticed Klaus stiffen at the term - his brother was half-werewolf by birth although that side of him had long been repressed by their mother's magic - but he shrugged his shoulders, his eyes widening in that way they did when he felt helpless. "I don't know," he admitted, shaking his head. There seemed to be more on the tip of his tongue in way of an explanation, but he didn't have a chance to continue.

"I do," Kol interrupted, arriving in a flourish from his chambers. His brown cloak was haphazardly on his shoulders as he tugged it off of his arms and tossed it toward the coat rack, not carrying if it actually landed. Elijah narrowed his eyes at the behavior but waited patiently for his youngest brother to explain himself before he went into a tirade about the proper way to arrange one's coat.

Running his fingers up through his brown hair, ruffling it, his shining eyes glanced between his two brothers before he looked at his sister. "The werewolf is one of the musketeers," Kol announced, not bothering to dance around the topic.

Klaus turned a questioning look on him that Kol returned with his eyes widening sarcastically. "Did you miss the torn musketeers' clothing outside of the queen's wing when you were being the knight in shining armor for Her Majesty?" Kol asked tauntingly.

Anger flashed into Klaus's eyes, and his lower jaw jutted out as he stepped threateningly toward his brother. He didn't get the chance to respond before Kol piped up again, confrontational as always. "What exactly were you doing in the queen's bathing chamber, Nik?" he asked with a brilliant smile that only piqued Klaus's ire further.

Elijah was momentarily reminded of Rebekah's and Kol's comments earlier in the evening at the ball. He'd never imagined Klaus would be undone by a human woman, but his younger siblings were right: Niklaus loved a challenge. And there was no one more unattainable than the queen of France herself.

"I wasn't in the queen's bathing chamber, you foul weasel," Klaus hissed, invading Kol's personal space. Kol merely smiled, his dark eyes lowering into slits as he grinned at his older brother.

"It's easy enough to miss the obvious details when you're busy pacing beneath her window begging for handouts of her virginal beauty," Kol taunted, and Klaus's jaw twitched as he ground his teeth together. "I bet she's magnificent, supple and pure."

Klaus grabbed his shoulders and drove him back into the wall, growling threateningly now as he pinned Kol against the mantle around the fireplace. Elijah moved in the blink of an eye and put his arm between them, grabbing Klaus's neck and surprising him which allowed Kol to extricate himself. Kol stepped away to the side and straightened his clothes as Elijah pushed Klaus back and released him, standing between the two of them.

Holding his hands out to keep both of them at bay, he glowered disapprovingly at the two of them. "I don't care about anyone's intentions. All I care about is this werewolf whom you claim is a Musketeer," Elijah pointed out matter-of-factly as he turned his gaze on Kol. "Why would a Musketeer try to harm the queen?"

Kol shrugged, eyeing Klaus for a moment before stepping over so he could warm his hands by the fire as he leaned weightlessly against the back of Rebekah's chair. "I have no idea, but it was a musketeer. His clothes were torn and in the bushes where he fled after Bekah ran him off." Absently, he reached down and his fingertips brushed the top of his sister's golden crown of hair before he ran them along the back of her chair as if he was subconsciously reassuring himself that she was still there. Her breathing was ragged now, and she sounded as if she'd fallen asleep while they were arguing.

"Why would his clothes be in his getaway instead of where he turned?" Elijah asked suspiciously. That made no sense. That sounded like a planned attack and not an uncontrolled turn with the full moon. A werewolf on the king's personal guard was dangerous enough. A werewolf with a vendetta was a threat to the kingdom as a whole.

Kol shrugged again and turned so he was leaning back on his elbows on the back of Rebekah's chair. "I was just enjoying myself with one of the queen's ladies in the gardens when we happened on the clothes," he commented, smirking mischievously. He obviously wanted them to take note that he was carousing, but both of them ignored him so he continued. "Not long after, the wolf fell from the balcony above, grabbed the clothes in its mouth and limped off into the darkness before I could investigate. I compelled the girl to forget it and came straight here."

"A werewolf cognizant enough to gather its clothing while still in wolf form?" Elijah asked incredulously. He'd seen plenty of werewolves in his lifetime, and none of them had been aware enough to consider their attire. The Turn was an uncontrollable thing, so full of a passion and a wildness that the proper Mikaelson brother didn't experience. It was gauche to him, so primitive and beastly. He may be a vampire, but he certainly wasn't a thoughtless monster. Absently, he straightened the cuff of his sleeves as he glanced from one of his brothers to the other.

Klaus shook his head and frowned in consternation. They considered him the werewolf expert among them since werewolf blood ran in his veins. "There hasn't been a wolf who could control a Turn, that I know of. There must be more to it."

In the moment of silence among them, Rebekah stirred in her chair, distracting them all as they hurried to her side. Her blue eyes flickered open and her lips parted as she drew in a deep breath. With her vision blurry, she was forced to blink several times before she could focus on any of them. Her color was a bit better, but sweat still covered her forehead and face and she was obviously still weak from the bite.

Finding Kol among them, she tilted her chin up to give her voice room to leave her throat. "Kol..." she managed, and he leaned over, balancing with one arm bracing him on the armrest of her chair. Her eyes were bright and feverish, but she was lucid as her brothers watched her.

"Do a favor for your baby sister?" she asked him weakly, and a dark glint sparked in his eyes in response.

"What is it, Bekah?" he asked her as Klaus and Elijah exchanged a knowing look.

Rebekah sat forward in the chair, leaning in to Kol's face as he watched her. "Join the musketeers, find the bastard... and I want you to kill him." Her blue eyes were like ice as she slumped exhaustedly back into her seat and Kol rose to his full height, his smirk now transformed into a wicked grin.

Glancing between his older brothers, Kol straightened the lapels of his dress jacket and winked at them. "As you wish, sister."