"the stars are out but she's burning
brighter"
Carina King was just a normal 'stray' werewolf flitting from wolf pack to wolf pack, at least, until she met him.
Klaus Mikaelson, the notorious cold-blooded...
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𝑵𝑬𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑾𝑨𝑺𝑨𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑼𝑻𝑰𝑭𝑼𝑳𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬, full of excitement and adventure, although Carina wasn't sure getting kidnapped by insane witches was to be considered an adventure. She woke up with a headache that paralleled the drug induced one she'd had weeks ago. She stood up slowly and took in her surroundings, although there wasn't much for her to take in.
She was held in a place that seemed frighteningly similar to a graveyard. "Is anybody there? Let me out you lunatics!" She yelled at empty space, her pleas reached deaf ears. Carina slumped to the ground in defeat, anger pulsing through her veins. Why did they want her anyways? She was a wolf with no pack, what could she offer a coven of witches?
Through her despair Carina heard two voices, one belonging to Sophie Devereaux; one of the witch bitches that had locked her up and the other voice was deep and masculine that sent chills of fear down her spine. "What did your sister want with Niklaus?" Carina clapped a hand over her mouth at the name, she shifted closer to the wall so she could hear better. "Isn't it obvious? We have a vampire problem and we need help." She scowled at Sophie's voice, mentally flipping her off.
