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isobel crawls out from underneath the sheets, naked as the day she was born. she searches for her clothes, first finding her underwear on a standing lamp in the corner of the room. she quirks an eyebrow with a smirk playing on her lips. before continuing to find her clothes, gathering them all in a ball under her arm. isobel walks over to the window to check where she was, she recognized the area at least. she threw on last nights outfit and walked out of the apartment.

she checks her appearance in her phone, walking on the street. it was obvious what she had done the previous night. she luckily pulls off undone and casual. fixing her lipstick, she pursed her lips and put her phone away. before she bumps into someone and stumbles, cursing once she heard her phone fall. " shit ! " not taking a moment, she bent down and grabbed her phone before meeting eyes with the other. " well, now you owe me a new phone. " she teased with a smile.

it was just mason's luck that the moment he was able to come back from the other side that he was thrust into a shitty situation. he had been fully prepared to come back as his former self; a triggered werewolf that had already learned to deal with his physiology. now instead of focusing on protecting his nephew and seeking out his revenge, he had to deal with learning to accept being a vampire. at least temporarily. it was a hard pill for him to swallow; going from being a wolf that hated vampires to being the very thing that he despised.

he was hungry. all the time. and no matter how many times he stuffed his face, nothing seemed to sate the never ending hunger he felt in the pit of his stomach. he knew what he had to do to fix it; the very last thing he wanted to do. but after days of fighting against his new vampiric urges, he finally gave in late one night. snatching up an unsuspecting victim from the shadows of a dark alley and draining them dry without a second thought, unable to stop himself from drinking his fill until he was satisfied.

he dropped the now limp body with a shaky gasp, licking over his lips as the innate shame and guilt over what he had just done began to set in. "fucking hell.." he mumbled under his breath, before his back stiffened, feeling the presence of another being behind him.

with every encounter that he had come across throughout his thousand plus years of existing, elijah had always prevailed. every weapon forged against him and his siblings always failed to finish the job of ending their lives. elijah was no fool; he was very well aware of the fact that his virtual indestructibility was the main factor of every obstacle he had overcome over the centuries. but now that he had been rendered vulnerable and disgustingly weaker than before, it was the first time since his human years that he actually felt real fear. especially in regards to his siblings, all of whom had lost their immortality.

he was especially concerned about niklaus and rebekah, who had no means of defending themselves. while he and henrik still kept some semblance of supernatural abilities, with the latter being transformed into a witch and himself being turned into a wolf, his remaining siblings were nothing but humans. and just as he did before in the past, he swore on his now mortal life that he would protect them by any means necessary.

the candle flames dance like lovers to an unheard melody, swaying to the rhythm of her newfound power. airen's honey-blonde hair floats around her face, caught in a phantom wind that pulses with each beat of her wild heart. where once she felt the primal surge of the wolf, now something entirely different courses through her veins — something that tastes like starlight and crackles like lightning beneath her skin.

"i feel like i could burn this place down"

the whisper escapes her lips with a sort of reverent terror, watching as the flames leap higher with each word, responding to emotions she can barely contain. her fingers tremble not with the familiar ache of an approaching full moon, but with the raw potential of magic that begs to be unleashed. "i feel... p o w e r f u l."

it's different from the wolf's strength — that had been all muscle and fury and instinct. this... this is like holding a storm in the palm of her hand. every breath draws in more power, every heartbeat sends it surging through pathways she never knew existed in her body. the wolf had been chains, had been limitations and lunar cycles... but this? this feels like F R E E D O M.

the grimoire before her pulses with promises of power, its pages practically singing to her newfound abilities. she can feel the magic reaching out, wanting to be shaped, to be wielded. no more waiting for the moon to grant her strength. no more suppressing the beast within. now she holds lightning in her lungs and hurricanes in her heart, and every second feels like standing on the edge of an inferno she could either contain or release.

but there's a price to this intoxicating new power — the loss of pack bonds that once anchored her soul, the absence of that primal connection to her wolf that had defined her existence since triggering that curse. the magic fills those spaces with raw potential, but it can't replace the familial bonds that once tethered her to reality. she's untethered now, floating in an ocean of power with no shore in sight.

and maybe that's the most terrifying part: not that she could burn everything down, but that part of her w a n t s to, just to see the flames dance in her newfound power.

the earth is cold beneath her fingertips, dirt packed under perfectly manicured nails that had, only hours ago, traced the rim of a crystal glass filled with blood. now those same hands dig into soil, trembling with an unfamiliar rawness that burns through every nerve ending. kaira awakens to find herself somewhere she never thought she'd be — on her knees in the woods, surrounded by her torn designer clothes and the metallic taste of real blood in her mouth. her blood. her pain.

the thought echoes through her mind like a twisted lullaby as she tries to piece together the fragments of the night before. gone is the calculated grace of a predator, replaced by something W I L D, something untamed that claws at her insides and howls for release. her perfectly controlled world has shattered, leaving her vulnerable in ways she hasn't felt since she was human. but this isn't humanity — this is something far more PRIMAL.

the morning sun warms her skin. her heightened senses have shifted into something more instinctual. she can smell EVERYTHING — earth, decay, life itself — but it's different now. R A W. overwhelming. the forest calls to her not as hunting grounds, but as home, and that terrifies her more than any sunrise ever could.

power had always been her currency, control her armor. now both have been stripped away, replaced by a force that surges through her veins with each racing heartbeat — yes, heartbeat, the rhythm she'd forgotten for so long now pounds in her ears like a war drum. she is no longer the predator who stalks the night. she has become something else: a creature bound to the moon, tethered to instincts she can't control.

the worst part isn't the loss of her vampire strength or the newfound vulnerability. it's the undeniable pull she feels toward the other wolves, a desperate need for pack that threatens everything she's built. for the first time in centuries, kaira finds herself crying not from physical pain, but from well, she can't even placd the feelings.

she doesn't belong here, in this wild place, in this wild body. but she doesn't belong anywhere else anymore either.

“I never thought I would see your face around here...”