Elijah sat next to you on the couch, you were painting your nails since they had been scratched after your last trip to the Bayou, you were Hayley's older sister: The only wolf in history that without being a hybrid could transform into a wolf at will and her transformation is not painful. That was why you had agreed to marry Jackson, to unite your blood in a marriage and mystical ritual that would give the rest of the wolves your abilities and free them from the extortion of the witches.

That didn't mean you liked Jackson, far from it, he was your friend that you had been forced to take as a husband and he was in love with you. That hadn't stopped you from having an affair with Elijah, you loved him and he loved you, and nothing was going to stop you from seeing him. "You know, love, Klaus was furious this morning." Elijah teased. "You stained a very very old and expensive rug with your muddy little wolf paws on your way back from the Bayou..."