He had hoped what he was hearing was a lie. He hoped that the information he was given by one of his few lackeys he still had wasnât true. He couldnât risk letting it be without investigating the details for himself. That, was why he was in New Orleans. By word through one of his few hybrids he had left in Mystic Falls, Klaus had learned that Tyler was working with a wolf in New Orleans to help hybrids he had made break their sire bond. This, couldnât happen. He knew he could take them on by himself, he didnât need backups. If he had to kill them, he would. He had no hesitation in the slightest. This was his business. The wolf that had come to the front around everyone must have been the one who was helping Tyler.Â
âWell, well, well... Look what we have here. Quite pathetic this is. Trying to break your sire bonds? What a shame all that has been done here would be for nothing when I tear you all limb from bloody limb.â