Hellooo! I know it's been a minute since i've updated but life happens, i started writing more fics other than this and i truthfully had no motivation for this one? cuz small vent but i literally know where i wanna take it but idk how to execute it to get there? ugh. anywho! this chapter isn't long but! im already writing the next chapter and finally getting into some type of plot! as always, thank you for reading and if you want to review, please do! (also, if you wanna talk hmu on tumblr! bblairenas :)


If he were being honest, Tyler had better things to do on a Saturday night, like kiss Bonnie, shoot some hoops, or hell, even annoy Matt while he was working would've been ideal, but instead, Tyler was currently sitting in front of Jules, a hot headed werewolf who couldn't take 'Mason died and we don't know how.' As a simple answer.

Not to mention, her obsession with him and his uncle was really starting to creep him out.

"Look, not to be rude but I'm still trying to come to terms with the fact that he's dead, you being here and pestering me is not helping. Believe what you wanna believe but we don't know how he died. His ashes are some place safe and I'm just trying to heal, lady."

Jules ruffled her sandy blonde locks in frustration before answering him, "Listen, I wouldn't be so persistent if it weren't for the fact this town is crawling with vampires. Jeez, how can you even stand the smell and the constant aura of death?"

Tyler looked at the woman blankly, as he never felt anyone else except for Bonnie and his uncle. He was confused as to how he could feel a vampire, nonetheless.

"Oh my god. You're brand new. How many times have you turned?" She gasped, causing his irritation to spike up.

"None, the full moon this week will be my first time. Thanks for the reminder that I killed someone just a few days ago, I really appreciate it." He rolled his eyes, shifting away from her.

"Tyler, stop." Jules took his hand in hers, "I wanna be your friend. I am your friend. Your uncle was my pack mate, my right hand man. Which is why I even knew to come. He told me about you, the vampires, Katherine. He even mentioned messing with another supernatural here. Bianca? Or was it Brittany?, whate-"

"Bonnie. Her name is Bonnie."

"Right!" She snapped. "You know her or something?"

He scoffed loudly, "Or something. She's my mate."

Jules laughed, "Well, I'll be damned. You're just full of surprises, mini Lockwood. Anyway, since you're new and someone or something killed Mason, I wanted to ask you if you wanted to join my pack, Mason's pack. I already got the others coming up here soon. Whoever killed him won't live to see another day, and if you officially join us, you could make sure of their demise too." She smirked.

Tyler didn't have the heart to tell her the thing that killed him was already dead, or almost dead. Tyler hadn't seen Damon around town since that day, and hearing nothing from any Salvatore brother for more than 2 days was like a gift. He wished for it to always be this peaceful.

Of course though, in Mystic Falls, you don't always get what you want.

Just as he was about to respond, the young wolf bristled, watching as the only person he ever wanted to see dead, walked in, basking in all his asshole glory, Damon Salvatore.

"What the fuck? There's a cure for a werewolf bite?" Quickly seeing to where Tyler was looking, Jules lowly growled, disgusted by the old vampire's presence.

"No, if there were, we'd be fucked. Did you bite him?"

Tyler nodded.

"Well, there's your answer. Since you haven't turned yet your bite isn't exactly lethal. Most likely that blood sucker had sickness and dementia but after a day or two he probably passed out and woke up with a major headache but ultimately was fine again. Sort of like a glitch in the werewolf matrix, basically."

Damon made his way over to the werewolves, smirking at Tyler's reaction and the lady wolf's explanation. She wasn't wrong, after a rather dramatic goodbye, Damon felt himself being whisked away into nothingness. But, gained consciousness to a sobbing Elena and an even more broody Stefan a few hours later. He was grateful, but slightly confused and embarrassed. When Damon Salvatore dramatically dies, he wants to stay dead.

"Lockwood, oh how I almost missed that chiseled face of yours." He said as he sat down in their booth, Jules and Tyler now alert. "Sucks I have to go without it anyway because as soon as you leave this restaurant I'm snapping your neck," Damon grabbed Tyler on the nape of his neck pulling him towards him as he finished, "And if your little wolf friend tries to stop me, I'll snap her neck too, which is a shame, such a hot waste of a woman."

Like a knee jerk reaction, both wolves shot up out of their seats, causing multiple people in the Mystic Grill to stare.

"Tyler, be calm. I got it." Jules soothed the boy down.

Unafraid, she sized Damon, towering over him.

"I don't know who you are, but I for sure never need a reason to kill an abomination like you. Threatening me is one thing, but don't you ever threaten Tyler again. In fact, once the full moon hits, I'll make sure of that." She sat back down as she continued, "You've just been marked. Hope you enjoy dying for real this time."

Refusing to be intimidated, Damon rolled his eyes and got up, ignoring the smug look on the young wolf's face. "Whatever that means." Brushing her threat off, he turned to Tyler, "Just know, if I could stick a hot poker in your heart like I did your uncle's, I wouldn't even hesitate Lockwood. I'm in a good mood so consider yourself saved, for now." The vampire grimaced and walked off, leaving a very heated Tyler behind.

"I'm gonna kill him, again. And if that kills me, fine." He was visibly shaking, struggling to contain the riled up wolf inside.

Softly grabbing his hand, Jules tried calming him but to no avail. "Listen, you're better than him. If you join us, you'll grow stronger, and once we off him you could find peace, learn more about your werewolf heritage or protecting yourself. I just need you to trust me, Tyler."

Despite his mind racing, he came to his senses. "Okay. I'll join." He blurted out. "If that's what it takes, I don't care. I want him gone."

Jules childishly danced in her seat, pleased with her persuasive skills.

"But, me joining doesn't mean I can just up and leave with you guys after we kill him. I have a life here, my mom, my friends, Bonnie." Jules waved her hand, dismissing his worries, "I'm not asking that of you. As pack, no matter where we are, we always have each other's back, why do you think the others are coming? Granted we came too late for Mason and that will always be our fault, but we're here to fix that mistake, and help our own."

He held out his hand, figuring he's made worse decisions than this, Tyler and Jules shook on it, both of them seemingly relieved for different reasons.

—-

Bonnie paced back and forth, the woman lounging lazily on her bed waiting for her to speak, "We don't know these people, why would Tyler join their pack so easily?" She questioned. "I trust him, not Jules. Something about her wasn't right."

After getting the call from Tyler that in a turn of events he managed to join a pack and see a revived Damon Salvatore, she felt nervous. Their first time dealing with werewolf business wasn't looking to be smooth sailing, she wanted to know what Jules and the rest of wolves intentions were.

"You're stressing for nothing, how're you gonna judge someone you've only heard over the phone? If she wanted to hurt Tyler surely he would've been harmed by now." Lucy shrugged, "Not to mention, he's not really apart of the pack yet, it's a whole ritual. He has time."

Bonnie realized the woman had a point but, it's never that easy, she still felt like she needed to warn Tyler, without exactly scaring him.

"Fine, you're right." The 'for now.' going unspoken, Bonnie plopped down next to Lucy, rather defeated.

"How do you know so much about werewolves anyway?"

Lucy cracked a small smile, seemingly thinking of an untold memory, "Girl, you really think Katherine found out about Mason by herself? I used to run with wolves, not Mason's peoples specifically, but we were cool and you can learn a lot as a witch from them."

Bonnie nodded very seriously before smiling, "I bet you learned some things as a woman from them too."

"Oh, absolutely."

"Gross." Bonnie instantly frowned.

Lucy threw a pillow at the younger girl, laughing. "Your implications, not mine."

Jules stopped directly in front of the trailer home, dingy and rusty, as James continuously left it, preparing to knock before said man opened up, smiling at her.

"Hey, I'm guessing it worked?" He pulled her in for a kiss, backing into the mini home. "Sure did. All I had to say was some vengeful bullshit and he was like putty in my hands. Him and his uncle were feeble minded together, truly." She said, laughing to herself.

"If that's the case, you think the kid's got what it takes to be future alpha?"

Jules scoffed, "Once we sink our claws into him he'll be the best we've ever seen. I know the stories end up being bogus but you should've been there, man. Not even Ronnie could live up to what Tyler is gonna be." She paused, thinking about her next words, "Our entire lives they said our pack will produce one of the greatest alpha's in werewolf history, we've had too many to name, only one or two sticking out, but with this new generation of wolves, we grow closer and closer to seeing that prophecy become true everyday." She shrugged, "So, my bet's on Tyler."

James smirked at her, "Jackson was pretty promising, what makes you so sure about Tyler? If Mason wasn't so special, how is he?"

"Mason wasn't mated with a witch last time I checked. Also, the boy's energy is unmatched, and he hasn't even turned yet. Once he does and we do the ritual, everything will be set into place."

The couple smiled at each other, extremely excited about their quick development towards getting exactly what they want.

—-

"You know this doesn't mean I'm through with scolding you on your rash decision, right?"

"Oh, I know, but I figured you'd be less judging if you were fed and in public." He smirked at Bonnie, causing her to roll her eyes.

Choosing to lessen the blow with romantic gestures and food, Tyler decided to take Bonnie out on their first official date, since being supernaturally married doesn't really mean much in a practical sense. Despite being slightly mad, Bonnie couldn't say no when Ty showed up at her house with flowers and his good suit on, almost making the hormonal girl cry.

So, here they were, sitting in a quaint little restaurant hidden in town, both of them enjoying themselves completely.

"Did you know I've always had a little crush on you, Bennett? This is like my wet dream." Tyler started up.

Bonnie couldn't help her laugh, "Woah, what? Just a year ago the only time you even remotely interacted with me was during your parties and when you needed tutoring. That's what you call flirting?"

He held his hands up, "Hey, I didn't say I tried flirting with you, I just simply pined after you from a far, as a gentleman should."

Bonnie rolled her eyes then softened her gaze, "Well, despite the terrible situation that we had to endure just to get here, I'm glad we're whatever we are. I'll fully admit I liked you back and I still do." They joined pinkies across the table, smiling at eachother, "You know, regardless of the fact that I'm carrying your uncle's child." The witch giggled at Tyler's 'I ain't mad' expression and with a glass of water and a flask of definitely not alcohol, the couple toasted to new beginnings and ends, continuing to enjoy their date.

—-

"Ty, don't you think your mom will be mad that I'm staying here again for like, the 10th time this month?" Bonnie sat on Tyler's bed watching him get undressed, unabashedly staring at his biceps as he removed his clothes.

After their actually perfect date, they crashed at Tyler's, Bonnie refusing to go home since there was no one waiting for her anyway, with her dad constantly gone. Also, they conveniently haven't figured out how to tame the bond's pull for long periods of time, seeing as carrying something of your significant other's is the only way to placate it for a short time.

Needless to say, Bonnie now has a dresser at Tyler's house.

"Pfft, no. She barely notices when the maids go home, what makes you think she'll care about my girlfriend staying over?" He walked over and kissed Bonnie on the mouth before going into his adjoined bathroom.

Like a typical teenager, the Bennett witch felt her heart flutter by the young wolf calling her his girlfriend. It felt amazing to finally be wanted and not have to constantly earn it or worry about it. She shook her head like an etch a sketch though, trying to focus, "She'll care because she doesn't know I'm pregnant and this is her house, I don't wanna be seen as an irresponsible slut or something."

Even though she couldn't see it, Tyler frowned. "Bon, you sound like Caroline right now. You're the most responsible person in mystic falls and I think I'm more of a slut than you'd ever be, cut it out."

Bonnie sighed, "Okay but either way we're finding a way to lessen the distance thing."

"Why?" Tyler said coming out in only his boxers, causing Bonnie to gulp. "Don't you like being around me all the time? I'm like, the sexiest man you've ever been with." And to prove his point, Tyler made a goofy face and tickled Bonnie, making her squeal.

As they laughed and play-fought, they failed to see the woman in the doorway, looked dismayed and disappointed even as she quietly left.