Being cursed to remain in her wolf form, along with the rest of her pack, meant that Hayley had minimal contact with anyone but the wolves. It meant that she had been restricted to the bayou, but — worst of all — it meant hat she had not gotten to see her daughter. With the full moon now lighting up the night sky, the crescent wolf had shifted back. Though without clothes, she had stashed some nearby and ventured to them. Once she stumbled upon them, she immediately began to get dressed,
Hayley was in the middle of changing when she felt someone’s presence behind her. She finished changing before bothering to turn around and face them, arms crossed. To say that she had a bit of an attitude was an understatement — but all things considered, she felt she had every right to be perpetually pissed off. “Can I help you or are you just here to be creepy?” She could think of little else other than her daughter, besides a few choice words she had for a certain Mikaelson. “Because, honestly, I’m not in the mood.”
