The Seven Families (Klaroline)

Chapter 11: A Day In The Past

A bit of Haylijah here! Here's chapter eleven....

One and a half weeks later

Hayley's POV

"What were they like?" I ask Elijah as he shuffles through books and paperwork stacked on the main table in the library. He looks up towards me before sighing and dropping the work and walking to a chair near me.

"Your parents were...... honorable. The Labonairs were a peaceful pack and ruled well, making them climb to the top hundreds of years ago. They wanted all of us to be at peace and I owed them a lot. Without their help, we wouldn't have made a peace treaty with the witches. They were good people Hayley," Elijah reassures me and I smile at the thought of them.

Over the last few weeks, Elijah and I have been combing through the books on the Labonairs, trying to find out what happened the night the entire pack was slaughtered. There wasn't much to go through but Elijah was certain that the fire that burned through the pack houses wasn't by accident. I dropped one of the books on the table and threw open another one.

Elijah certainly makes specific notes.

I've spent the majority with Elijah over the last few weeks and we became quite close. I felt I could trust him and I had hoped he felt that way as well. Last week we started to train my body to prepare for when I asked Elijah to help me take off the necklace. Apparently it was spelled so that not only it suppressed my werewolf but even after triggering the curse, it suppressed my wolf so much that I would not even notice the change. The only time I would notice was when I killed for the first time. I shudder even at the thought of that night.

I liked the training because I wanted to get faster but definitely not at seven a.m.. That was just cruel. Elijah had said in his worried voice that I was only experiencing about 20% of the actual strength I would have by now.

"I have something for you," Elijah says quietly, shaking me out of my thoughts before he walks over to a desk on the far right side of the library. He takes out a box on the left side drawer. I walk over to get a better look and see an oddly shaped symbol on the top of the box.

"Your pack symbol," Elijah answers me, noticing my expression. I slowly take the box from his hands and open the lid. My heart stops beating as I hold up the small silver baby rattle with a burnt ribbon laced around.

"The only thing I could find after the fire died down. I am so sorry Hayley," I hear Elijah continue to talk but my only focus was on the object that fit onto my hand. Tears were slowly making their ways to my eyes but it was soon replaced with anger.

"I want to kill them. The people responsible. There must be something missing," I ramble on, putting the rattle back into the box and moving over towards the stacks of books.

"...Someone they must have pissed off or someone who needed dead wolves," I continued and felt a hand on my shoulder. Elijah turns me around and I look up to meet his gaze. His eyes hold worriedness and sadness and I feel tears start to reappear again in my eyes. I let everything go and break down in front of him.

His hands wrap around me and I cry into his chest as he rubs my back soothingly with his hands. His hold offers me a protection and safeness I haven't felt in a long time and I wrap my arms around his chest to get a better hold. Our bodies fit perfectly together and I secretly wish that we would never let each other go.

"I give you my word Hayley, that we will find whoever murdered your pack. I promise," I hear him soothingly say into my ear. I wipe my eyes and look up at him with relief.