Previously on ATCL: "Keep living in denial, darling, but I am irresistible, and you know it." Kol winked.

It had been one month since the arrival of Bonnie Bennett to New Orleans, and one month since the revelation of Kol Mikaelson being bored to death in his family's home. Again. Considering he was a dead man. Literally.

Then again, his siblings could be exceedingly boring when one considered it. After all, Elijah had spent the entire summer locked in a coffin. How entertaining. While Rebekah's summer may have been more interesting—he did spend a bit of time watching over his baby sister while she was in Europe—the quarterback had never grown on Kol, so that was distasteful as well. Klaus of course, was about as fun as watching paint dry. Especially when one must consider that that is what Kol ended up doing with the majority of his time. Yes, it really was marvelous having an artist for a brother. Nothing like a little bit of paint to go alongside the family-stabbing asshat. It's not like there were bitter unresolved feelings within his family. No, none whatsoever.

Even with the arrivals of Caroline and Katherine, not much had picked up within his family. They did bring a little bit of life to the dour manor, but not enough. Now, he did enjoy the dressing-down they would give the pretentious werewolf. Those were the good days. It was the bad days that were more frequent, and they were the days that hurt.

Maybe it was the fact that the lives of his siblings had just continued with his death; that they seemed to just move along; his brothers chasing women who said they did not want them while their actions spoke the opposite; his sister enjoying her first taste of real singledom. Yes, Kol was more than aware of her illegal tryst with Marcellus. Nothing like a bit of blackmail within family.

It could also be the little fact that he had always been the forgotten one. Rebekah, Elijah, and Niklaus with their little loyalty pact, continuously flaunting their 'Always and Forever'. What a farce. That spoken contract did not include him, and Kol would not force himself to uphold their codes. He owed them nothing. He was the last boy before Darling Baby Bekah was born, the love of his parents forever stunted by his siblings. Even Henrik—bless his soul, for he was the only innocent in a family such as theirs—had contributed to this. His family was a fucking mess. There was no other way to put it.

They destroyed each other. Petty fights escalated into wars, which grew into empires rising and falling because of the whim of a Mikaelson sibling. They were a disaster, and Kol was tired of it. No bleeding wonder he would go off on his own for decades. Spending time with this lot was enough to drive any man insane. Yet, as he had been on the Other Side, whiling away into nothingness, he could not drag himself away from his family for long. He hated them, and yet he loved them. Kol loathed the very sight of his brothers and sister, but at the same time he found himself shadowing his brother during the months the man was attempting to pull his shit together. There would be days that Kol would end up in the lair of the little witch Davina, standing guard over the coffin that housed Elijah. And it would be the weeks that he spent in Europe, keeping an eye on his shacking-up-with-the-quarterback sister, even when she was more than capable of taking care of herself.

He had run into the Bennett Witch a few times over the summer; it seemed they had similar motives. The first time was in Prague, while she was stalking her dear friend Donovan. Having nothing better to do—not to mention the fact that neither of them really wanted to watch the antics his sister, the quarterback, and that pretty little street rat got up to behind closed doors—he ended up showing her around the city. It wasn't like she had been anywhere, and Kol fancied himself to be a marvelous tour guide. When she wasn't telling him off for being such a pervert, he could honestly admit that he enjoyed Bonnie's company. And, well, it was nice to get to actually have a real conversation. To feel someone again, as if you were both living.

In that day in Prague, both Bonnie Bennett and Kol Mikaelson forgot for a blessed day that they were dead. And what a day that was.

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"How's Davina coming along?" Caroline asked Bonnie, stealing a chocolate-covered strawberry from Katherine's box, promptly getting her hand smacked away. It was after dinner in the manor, and everyone was relaxing in the lounge. Katherine was nibbling on the treat she had picked up the day before, and the blonde vampire was unofficially munching on them as well. Rebekah was ensconced with something on her laptop, and the remaining undead Mikaelson brothers were playing chess.

"Davina's doing pretty well." She replied. "Between my coaching and Kol's brain full of magic knowledge, she's been doing simple spells without passing out."

"So everything's looking good, then?" Katherine looked up from her goodies. "Your little witchy team is going to find something to make me stop falling apart?"

"That all depends upon finding the correct spell to undo the cure's process. Which we haven't found yet." Bonnie rolled her eyes. "You should keep in mind that I'm certainly not doing this to keep you alive. I'm doing this because Caroline seems to see some sort of redeemable quality in you-not that anyone else does."

"Trust me, I am more than well aware of the fact that everyone on this planet loathes my guts. It's nothing new." The human muttered.

Rebekah stood and walked over, computer in hand. Sitting down beside Bonnie, she turned the laptop towards her, pointing to the screen. "I looked up some of Kol's Merry Band of Witches, and pulled together the ones from the oldest lines; they are the most likely to have a grimoire with the spell."

"Perfect." The anchor nodded, scanning the list. "Some of these lines are almost extinct or extremely hostile and reclusive… How does he even manage contact with them?" She asked, really to herself.

Rebekah took it as an actual question. "As much as I loathe him, Kol is a genius, especially with magical matters. He had first-hand experience with my mother and Ayanna-two of the most powerful witches in existence. Magic is his forte, and the witches know it. He's had a band of them as long as I can remember."

It took a minute for what the man in question's sister was saying to actually get through Bonnie's head. "Excuse me?" She asked. "Kol was a warlock?"

"Yes." Rebekah said, as if this was blatantly obvious. "One of my earliest memories is of him making my doll float above my reach, and he was not yet ten."

"That's extremely advanced." Bonnie muttered, thoughts spinning. It was not so much the fact that Kol of all people was born with the gift of Nature. No, it was more the fact that she could easily picture the ghost doing spells, channeling magic. It was an…interesting mental image. "He must have made a marvelous warlock."

"He would have." Rebekah agreed, typing a few things on her computer. "Unfortunately he was banned from any official training by our father. Mikael said magic was women's work. Esther, of course, never dared combat his opinion, and that was the end of my brother's magic." She shrugged. "Of course, that did not stop Kol from stealing Esther's grimoire and attempting spells on his own. A few spells worked, some did nothing whatsoever, and the majority of them blew something up." Rebekah laughed, Bonnie joining in. "He was always too reckless for his own good, even as a human. He dared to defy the rules; Kol was never afraid of Mikael. Not even when he should have been. Not when the rest of us were." The ancient lady sighed, glancing to the window, mind far away. "I am afraid that the loss of his magic while transitioning—no matter how untapped his reserves were—did something to my brother. He became hard, cold, unfeeling." She sighed, before snapping out of her divulging-secrets moment. "Anyways, bottom line is that because of the warlock thing, witches are willing to converse with Kol unlike any other of my family. If anyone has the right contact for a matter like this, it's my brother."

"What is my sister saying about me now, darling?" Kol strutted into the lounge, leaning over the back of the couch to read the computer screen. "Ahhh, so she took the names of the witches. At least someone is listening to the dead guy around here."

"Rebekah thinks one of these are the most likely to have the correct spell." Bonnie looked over her shoulder at him.

The female Original rolled her eyes. "You would think that after a month I would be used to that, but I'm really not."

"Tell Rebekah that she should be nicer to me, or I'll spill all the torrid secrets of her dirty little tryst to the world via you." Kol smirked. Bonnie rolled her eyes and repeated the statement. She didn't particularly like Rebekah anyways, so whatever Kol had over his sister, she couldn't be brought to care.

Kol's sister paled, glancing over at her other brothers before snapping her eyes to the space Bonnie was speaking to. "You wouldn't dare." She hissed. "Kol, you know what that could do."

Bonnie's smirk matched the reckless Original's. "Kol says he is disappointed Rebekah… He thought you had higher standards than Marcellus." She paused for a second. "Wait, who is Marcellus?"

"That would be Marcel, the conniving upstart who stole my kingdom, Bennett." Klaus commented, tuning into the conversation. He moved his rook, taking Elijah's bishop. "You should know these things by now."

"I'm sorry that I haven't exactly been devoted to learning the Mikaelson family history. Why don't you burn me at the stake?" Bonnie shot back.

"If you were not already dead, I would not hesitate." He moved yet another chess piece. Caroline gave them both dirty looks. "How did my former protégé come up in conversation?"

"Because he gave our floozy of a baby sister one of those looks and she fell right into bed with him, that's why." Kol laughed, winking at Bonnie.

"Kol. Did you just call your sister a floozy? I mean… Floozy? Really?" She shook her head, actually finding this situation amusing.

At Bonnie's reply, the Original Hybrid connected the dots. His gaze flickered to his sister, her eyes closed, face pale. "Rebekah…"

"Nik." She whispered, looking down at her hands. It was all the confirmation he needed.

"And here's when it gets fun." Kol smirked, eyes glinting. Bonnie simply rolled her eyes and didn't reply. Everyone's attention was on the blonde Originals. Katherine and Caroline had stopped chatting, and Elijah discreetly moved the chess set out of his brother's reach. Bonnie snatched the laptop off of Rebekah and placed it on a side table.

"What was this, Rebekah? He's planning a move against me, isn't he? It makes sense." Klaus stood, running a hand through his hair. His sister sat quietly, confirming everything he said. "And what part of this do you play? Have you conspired against your own blood as well?"

"I didn't mean for it to happen Nik." She sighed. "Really, I didn't."

"Answer the question, Bekah."

"Nik…"

"Answer the damn question, Rebekah!" Klaus shouted, startling everyone, for he had been quite calm before. Caroline watched the face-off between the siblings, scared as to where this might go.

"Fine." Rebekah stood. "You want the answer, Nik? I'll give it to you." She took a few steps closer, glaring in his eyes. "Marcel offered to make me his queen." The blonde lady spoke in a deathly whisper.

"So you have betrayed me, then! You have betrayed our family!" Klaus's voice was full of rage, but there was a hint of sadness present as well. "Over a millennia, and you have finally done it. And for what? Yet another man that you believe yourself to be in love with?"

"Just because you are a heartless shell of a man does not mean the rest of us must live as so!" She cried, tears of anger welling within her eyes. "Love is not always a weakness, Niklaus! No matter what you have been proclaiming for a thousand years, it is not! I refuse to live the cold and miserable life you have damned your soul to. Whether I get my heart broken a million times or simply one, I will love and be loved." Rebekah proclaimed.

"You are a fool, sister." Klaus spat. "You throw your heart at a never-ending string of unworthy men, taken in by their pretty words and smiles. Grow up."

"And you're a coward!" Rebekah shouted. "You are just a coward. You fear love and so you do not let yourself experience it." Her tone increased. "Well guess what, Nik? At least I have people who care about me. You are simply alone."

Caroline could see that his sister's words affected Klaus more than he let on. "Have you forgotten what Marcellus did to you, Rebekah? Because I remember. He chose immortality over you!" By now the siblings were screaming at each other, all volume control thrown out the window.

"Because you put him up to it!"

"He was always going to choose eternal life over you! He views you as a trophy! As the pretty Original to have on his arm, smiling at the crowds while wearing her tiara. That is it!"

"I know, damn it!" Rebekah yelled. Silence fell as everyone took in her words. "I know how he views me. I know." She shook her head, choking up. "And that is why I turned Marcel down the morning before the gala."

"Beks—" Caroline's voice was quiet, but cutting in the silence.

"Don't." Rebekah interrupted. "Please, don't pity me. It has been a month."

"Are you s—"

"Caroline!" The Original cut her off. "I said I am fine. Now if you will excuse me, I would like to be alone for a while." Rebekah stood and left the room, leaving everyone to scatter and contemplate the evening's events.

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It was the morning after the fight, and Caroline was preparing to go out. Klaus had begun the hybrid-making process three weeks ago, and he offered to take her along to the pack, just simply to see the progress made. After all, she had had a part in the turnings. To be honest, she was curious about the whole situation. Her previous experiences with hybrids had been colored by Tyler's biases, and her knowledge of werewolves and packs in general was slim-to-none. It could never be said that Caroline Forbes passed up an opportunity to learn.

It was cold enough to warrant a jacket and scarf—it was mid-December, after all—and she pulled on her boots before going over her appearance in the mirror. Perfect. Now it was time to go meet some hybrids.

"Does your family celebrate Christmas?" Caroline asked randomly as she and Klaus rode to the pack's campsite, which was about an hour outside the city. She was attempting to break the silence of the car ride.

"When at the various royal courts we would, simply because that was the custom." He shrugged. "When it was just us, no. Christmas was not in existence when we were children. We never saw any reason for it."

"That is a tragedy." Caroline gasped, causing him to laugh.

"What about you, sweetheart? Obviously you celebrate, but are there any traditions that I should expect?" He asked, shocking her, though she hid it well. The fact that Klaus seemed okay with her creating Christmas in the manor was slightly mind-boggling.

"Well," She started "when I was really little, I always stayed up waiting for Santa." When he snickered, Caroline shot him a look before continuing with her story. "On Christmas morning, I would always have hot chocolate with extra marshmallows for breakfast while unwrapping all of my presents. My grandmother and great aunt would always spend the day with us." Caroline's face dropped, remembering the next part of her story. "But then my dad left, Nana passed away, and my great aunt retired to Hawaii. I mean, it all happened over the space of a few years, but still. Anyways, things changed; I would open presents from my dad and Steven, and my mom that morning, and then we would go over to Elena's for the rest of the day. Bonnie and her dad came some years, and Matt, Vicki, and Mrs. Donovan were always there. That was how it was, and it was always really happy and fun." She shrugged, playing with the ends of her scarf. "I guess I don't have any long-standing traditions… Kind of sad, I guess."

"I do not think so." Klaus said. He always did enjoy hearing about Caroline's early life; how she was as a child, and just as a human in general. It gave him more insight into the brilliant woman sitting beside him today. "Traditions do not make the holiday." She smiled. "Are you going to see your mother this year?"

"No." She shook her head. "We talked the other day, and I really think there's just too much going on here to leave. I'm going to drop her present in the mail tomorrow, and she's agreed to send some more of Bonnie and I's stuff along with our presents." Caroline sighed. "It's really for the best."

"If you say so, love."

"I do."

"Okay." He sensed that she was done with this train of conversation. Arriving at their destination, Klaus pulled the car over to the side of the road. "This is as far as we should go. We need to walk from here." He cut the car off and got out, pocketing the keys as she got out and stretched.

"I'm actually excited for this… I'm ashamed to say that I'm fairly ignorant when it comes to werewolf culture, so this is like really fascinating." Caroline babbled. Klaus smirked when he saw that she had brought a notebook and pencil with her.

"And you appear to be doing a scientific study, I see." He commented, nodding his head at her materials as they walked into the woods.

She rolled her eyes. "Actually, this is for your benefit." At his questioning look, she continued. "From my extremely limited knowledge, the hybrids are now going to see you as their Alpha. And a good Alpha takes care of his pack." Caroline gave him a pointed look. "Therefore, I will be asking around as to the needs of the pack—considering they can't exactly come out of their campsite for fear of becoming revealed—so that you can fulfill them." She smirked at Klaus's dumbfounded expression. "Now, since I smell a bunch of individuals in need of a shower up ahead, you can introduce me now, and then thank me later with a box of chocolate-covered strawberries. Capisci?"

"You speak Italian now?" Klaus asked as they continued to the fringes of the campsite.

"Only what I learned in school; I also took French. However, I plan to speak both fluently one day." She shrugged. "Now stop changing the subject!"

"And I am sure that you will." He gave her one of those smiles, dimples flashing, before waltzing into the middle of the campsite.

It was—from what Caroline saw—a very nice campsite. There were about twenty tents in a large semi-circle, and distinguishably different areas for cooking, eating, hanging out, etc. Closing her eyes, she listened. Caroline could distinguish the movements of roughly fifty men and women around the camp-her practice had paid off. Opening her eyes, she saw that Klaus was ahead of her, and she jogged to catch up.

A tall woman of an unknown ethnic background came forward and shook Klaus's hand, bowing her head in deference. She appeared to be in her late-fifties, and it was clear that she was the matriarch of the camp.

"New recruits came to the camp last evening, Klaus. They wish to be turned." The woman said.

"Excellent, Susan. I will induct them later this afternoon once we review them." Klaus was very formal with the pack of hybrids; it was obvious that they recognized them as their Alpha.

"We?" Susan asked.

"Yes, we. If that is alright with you, sweetheart, I would appreciate your second opinion." He asked Caroline as the hybrids gathered in the common area. She nodded her assent and smiled. Klaus surprised her however—she had gone widely unnoticed amongst the commotion of the Alpha Hybrid visiting his pack—when he wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her next to him "Everyone!" He raised his voice, eyes snapping to the pair. "I would like to present Caroline Forbes," she smiled at the crowd, waving at a couple of children she noticed in the mix, "she is a personal friend, and is to be treated with every accordance that you would give a member of my family. And on th—" Klaus's words were shocked out of his mouth, for at that very moment the crowd of hybrids kneeled in front of their Alpha and the lady by his side, bowing their heads. This was not that unusual—after all, the pack had done the same thing when he first introduced himself to them—but they had not repeated it when Elijah had come to visit the previous week. "You may rise." He quickly recovered, and they stood. "We will be taking a tour of the camp as well as familiarizing ourselves with each of you, so until then commence with your daily activities!" Klaus waved them off, and the group dispersed.

"What the hell was that?" Caroline whispered harshly.

"Why on earth would I know? Please, don't blame me." He shot back.

"Well, they're your pack. How am I supposed to know that they don't kneel at the end of all of your speeches?" She scoffed.

"Come now love, that would be impractical. I have no earthly idea as to the explanation of my hybrids' actions." Klaus said. "I was as caught off guard as you were."

Caroline went to fire back a retort, when a laugh cut her off. It was Susan, giving the bickering pair amused looks. "You two really have no idea, do you?"

"No!" They said in unison, exasperated. Caroline sighed. "Can you please explain it? Because otherwise I'm going to have to do a ton of research on this and I really don't have time for it. Though I would like to explore your library." She directed the last statement at Klaus.

The older hybrid shook her head fondly. "The pack has recognized their Alpha." She said cryptically. Her meaning then dawned on Klaus, though it appeared that Caroline needed clarification. "Their Alpha female, child."

"Oh shit." Caroline appeared as if she had been hit over the head with a shovel, though Klaus could practically see her mind moving a million miles a minute. She took a deep breath, shaking herself out of the momentary reverie. "In that case, we have work to do." Reaching into her purse, she pulled out a pad of sticky notes, and started pasting them on the front pages of her notebook. "I noticed there were children in the crowd… I thought you were only recruiting young, single, werewolves?" She asked Klaus as they and Susan walked through the camp.

"I was." He agreed. "However with the nearby packs that was not totally possible. Willing werewolves were not always the young ones, and I had to extend my offer to the elder bracket, and a few came with children and teenagers. I also accepted three pregnant females who wish to be turned once they deliver; it allows for pack expansion, and they are willing to assist with the children whenever the rest are training."

"This is marvelous." Caroline looked around at the bustle of the campsite. "Everyone seems to know their place in the society, and it's all so…communal."

"That is what a werewolf pack is, Caroline. Your pack becomes your family; everyone contributes to the common wellbeing and survival. The Alpha pair is essentially the father and mother of the pack, and they protect their family with their lives." Klaus said, slipping in the reference to the earlier occurrence casually. He was surprised that the pack had recognized her as so; while as part-wolves they would be able to recognize the connection between their Alpha and her, it was an unheard of occurrence for a vampire to be recognized as a member of an Alpha pair. Non-triggered werewolves, yes. That sometimes happened. There was even a human female that married the Alpha male of a pack Klaus had met centuries ago, and she was given the honor. But a vampire? Never. It must have to do with the pack consisting of hybrids, and their werewolf side accepting her because they too were half-vampire. Yes, that must be it.

"So… That is why you were so upset when you heard what Hayley had done to your first pack of hybrids." Caroline said tentatively.

"Yes." He said firmly. "Though it was I that killed them, she as good as swung the sword."

"And yet… Wouldn't you receive the same punishment as her, then?" Caroline was confused with this multi-layered society with its different class levels.

"I was their Alpha, Caroline, and they were disloyal to me." Klaus was very matter-of-fact. "I had the right to punish them as I saw fit, and as I cannot have people who are disloyal to me, they had to be finished. I acted in accordance with the customs of werewolves. Hayley, however, led twelve members of her pack to the slaughter for her own personal gain. That qualifies as betrayal of the highest order, and is in direct violation of all that werewolves agree with; therefore, it garners the ultimate penalty. She should be thankful I have not spread word of her transgressions to every major wolf pack on the continent, thereby guaranteeing her being turned away from all of them. I can make her life a living hell with no more than three phone calls." He smirked, guiding Caroline to another tent. "To a wolf, death is a kinder punishment than eternal banishment from a pack. We crave the companionship, the family. There is no greater pain than to be all alone in this world."

As they moved to the various tents, Klaus—with a slight bit of help from Susan—introduced the hybrids to Caroline individually. He was proud of her; in a normal situation, these men and women would most likely be her enemies. However, she charmed them just as she did him-with her pretty smile and open-yet-firm demeanor. Once again, he was seeing her as a queen. She took to the role effortlessly, with an obvious system to memorize the pack members. She took down the name and age of every hybrid or werewolf, and wrote their needs down on a sticky note, which she then placed in differing priority columns. Caroline also conversed with each person, truly getting a feel for their personality. She was just…magnificent.

His job was easy this time. The first few visits to the pack were made alone, and he had tried to come four times a week, those first couple of weeks. Klaus refused to make the same mistakes with this pack that he made with his first group of hybrids. This was a different game. Some things were the same, yes. The hybrids knew that he was their Alpha, and they were all sired to him. But this would be the pack that he won his kingdom with, and they could not be treated the same as that inaugural pack in Mystic Falls. No, if he had learned anything in the short time he had been in New Orleans, it was that he could never take back the city without a loyal pack of followers. That, and Caroline's speech about dictatorships never standing for long the other week, were both major factors in the treatment of these hybrids. True loyalty was a one of the few things that he could not compel, sire, blackmail, or purchase. It had to be earned.

No, this was to be Caroline's visit, not his. If Klaus had any say in the matter, she would be the Queen of New Orleans, ruling by his side, and it appeared the hybrids agreed with him. She was already at ease with their mannerisms, especially for one who professed to have barely any knowledge on the culture. Caroline was genuinely interested in the petty matters of his subjects. She conversed with the adults, talked about the latest music or movie with the teens, and played with the few children that roamed the camp. When it came time for the turning of the three new recruits, she stood by his side as he fed them some of his blood and then snapped their necks, handing each a vial of Katherine's blood once they woke up. It was a far cry from the last time she had watched him turn a werewolf into a hybrid.

They stayed until dark, continuing with her familiarization with the pack and his continued acceptance. Afterwards they began the trek back to the car, and the long drive home to the manor, a comfortable silence over the pair. Both had more than enough to think about, after all.

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It was late that night, and Katherine slipped downstairs. She was feeling off—the nausea had been normal for the past few days—but there was this pain in her shoulder, and it just would not go away, so she went to the kitchen for a glass of water and pain medicine. On her way back to her room she noticed a light down the hall, and headed towards it. As she got closer she recognized the room as Elijah's office, and assuming it would be alright, cracked open the door. He was poring over books, as usual. Did the man do nothing but work?

"What have I told you about working late?" She smirked, closing the door behind her before moving to occupy a chair. Katherine curled up in it, tucking her robe around her bare legs and feet.

"When have I ever listened to you?" Elijah smiled, laughing at her expression.

"Never. You are horrendously stubborn that way." The lady pointed out.

"I have always been stubborn, Katerina." He said. "What are you doing up at this hour?"

Another pain jolted through her arm and shoulder, and she rubbed it, frowning. "My shoulder has been bothering me for hours, so I decided to take something for it. I was on my way back to my room when I saw your light on." She shrugged. "What are you doing, other than defying my direct orders?" Katherine teased.

Elijah gave her an amused look. "I just finished pulling more spells for Davina to learn. Miss Bennett asked for my opinion on a few." He stood, pushing his chair back. "However, I believe it is time for us to retire."

"Careful 'Lijah; that could be turned into an innuendo far too easily with my filthy brain." She licked her lips and laughed before standing. When she stood however, a wave of dizziness overtook her, and she grasped onto the chair.

"Katerina, are you alright?" He asked absentmindedly as he stacked a few files.

Katherine swayed on her feet. "No, I do not believe so." She said, before her eyes rolled back into her head and her legs gave out, sending her straight to the floor.

AN: Are you all okay? Still breathing? I know I wasn't when writing this chapter.

I won't give you all hints about next chapter except this one: Childhood Flashbacks. Anyways, make of that what you will. I talked it over with my sort-of beta and best friend who was practically screaming for joy when I mentioned the idea, so I think you'll like it.

How did you all like the Klaroline? Yes, the whole Alpha thingy is going to be a thing, and will be a catalyst for them getting together. I looked into werewolf lore, and in some cases that I have read, the pack recognizes who the pack recognizes. Which is what is happening here. Anyways, this chapter was the beginning of the second phase the story; it's a slightly darker and more serious phase focused on plot development. Just so you know. Please remember that there was a time jump; it's been a month and a week since Chapter One. Planning the times for this chapter, I went off of the air date for TVD 5x07, and progressed from there. So yeah.

Anyways, thank you all for reading and reviewing!

-Abi