Ok so after the self-indulgent whumping of 'Teenage Dream' I wanted to do a proper 2x20 fic. Also I didn't want to keep up the standards of 10,000+ words a chapter.

So in multiple parts here is my post 2x20 fic. This WILL be complete before thursday so get ready.

Oh and also, we've seen that werewolves like Jules have some control and even Mason was able to recognize and listen to Tyler (someone he cared about) so keep that in mind.

Onwards!

The massive brown wolf paced back and forth in front of the cellar gate, a growl caught behind his peeled back lips.

Behind her, Caroline could hear Matt's labored breathing as he stared at the wolf form of his ex-best friend but Caroline couldn't find it in herself to comfort him. She couldn't even look away from the bright gold gaze of the wolf pacing back and forth there. Her head was still spinning from the vervain coursing through her veins and she could feel them rubbing together. She felt pained and miserable but the fear coursing through her was enough to keep her on her feet.

Without warning Tyler lunged forward with a snarl, throwing his full weight against the bars.

Caroline staggered back, clapping her hands over her mouth to contain her sob as the wolf snapped at her. She heard Matt's pulse jump and forced herself to stand still. If she jumped back again or let him see how terrified she was, then he was going to shoot Tyler. Landing on his paws, Tyler snapped again in frustration, growling again as if she was a snack he was being denied.

"Caroline?" Matt's voice came out, filled with fear, "Car-what do I do?"

"Nothing!" Caroline said, her head snapping to look at him. Her head spun with the vervain, "nothing," she repeated, "it's Tyler. It'll be fine."

"That's not Tyler," Matt said, the gun raising.

"Like I'm not Caroline?" she snapped.

Surprise and guilt flew across his face, the gun lowering slightly. In the background they heard the wolf continue to growl and pace across the dusty floor. Much to her shame, Caroline felt tears threaten her at the sight of Matt holding the rifle. Matt, who it seemed had not been compelled like she thought. Which meant he'd been on vervain. Which also meant he had been lying to her for weeks since she thought he'd compelled her. Someone had given him the bullets, someone who knew about killing Vampires.

Someone like-

"Are you working with my mom?" she asked.

Matt looked down guiltily, confirming her horrible suspicion. Caroline inhaled sharply, feeling a sickness that had nothing to do with the vervain. Matt was working with her mom, both of whom knew everything including who was a vampire, who was a werewolf. They knew everything.

"Caroline," Matt began, "I can explain," he continued, "I can-" his eyes widened, "Caroline look out!" he shouted raising his rifle.

"No!" Caroline cried.

But it was too late. She could see Matt's finger tightening on the trigger quicker than her own desperate shout could reach his ears. He was going to shoot Tyler. Tyler who'd just come back to Mystic Falls, who spent the whole time he was away thinking she hated him. Suddenly it didn't matter that the bullet was intended for her, that it would do more damage to her than to the werewolf behind her.

Without a second thought she jumped in front of the gate.

The bullet slammed into her with all the force of a wooden tipped rifle bullet. It was more powerful, stronger and fired at a much closer range. The force of it knocked the air from her lungs and ripped a hole in her favorite t-shirt. Perhaps it was her weight, perhaps it was the fact Tyler had been slamming into the gates. Whatever the reason the bullet slammed her into the gate with all the force of a ten ton truck.

And with a groan, the last thing separating her from Tyler Lockwood crashed.

Caroline gasped as the air was knocked from her lungs. An ache radiated through her but the agony in her shoulder was blinding. With a choked sob, realized that the bullet was hollow. Hollow and filled with vervain. She fought to press her legs to the ground, to will her body to move. But her legs were filled with jelly and every attempted movement hurt. This wasn't the sting of bullets as they ripped through her flesh, this was liquid fire burning her from the inside out.

"Caroline-" Matt took a step forward.

With a furious snarl, Tyler jumped in front of her, planting his feet and snarling at Matt. Matt raised the gun but Tyler leapt forward, knocking the boy off his feet. Dimly Caroline heard the shot go off but there was no yelp from Tyler so she assumed he hadn't been hit. Her heart leapt in apprehension which pushed the vervain through her veins even more quickly. Her back arched as a sickening sound was torn from her lips, her eyes squeezing shut in a failed attempt to block out the agony.

The next instant the wolf was on top of her.

Caroline sucked in her breath, her eyes flying open to meet the bright gold orbs of the wolf. His lips peeled back in a snarl as he stood on top of her, one paw pressed to her shoulder as his hind legs stood on the dirt on either side of her. Slowly the wolf lowered his head, the growl quieting as he sniffed her, his breath hot on the skin of her cheek. Caroline squeezed her eyes shut, turning her cheek to the side as the wolf's breath coursed along her skin.

Something cold pressed against her neck.

Caroline gasped, her eyes flying open as she realized it was Tyler's nose against her neck. Tyler's head flew up as he sneezed, wet droplets flying across her face. Caroline was too shocked to even wrinkle her nose as he shook his head as if trying to clear it before his eyes locked on hers.

"T-tyler?" Caroline spoke, her voice trembling.

Tyler whined and sat back, reaching up and swiping at his ear and Caroline knew if he had thumbs he'd have grabbed at his hair in a very familiar gesture of frustration. A relieved sob tore itself out of her chest when she realized that, at least for the moment, Tyler wasn't going to kill her. If she had it in her to weep, she would have. As it was, all she could do was choke out a sob as the vervain twisted through her. Tyler sniffed again, leaning forward to inspect the wound. His head rose as he looked over his shoulder with a growl at Matt.

"Tyler-Tyler!" his head snapped back to her, "it's fine," she said, her breath catching on the whimper that escaped her lips as the bullet stung, "the bullet-" she whimpered, "there's vervain-"

Tyler's head was down on her shoulder, sniffing at the wound. Straightening up, he stepped over her so that his legs were on either side of her waist. His other paw pressed against her shoulder, pinning her arm. Caroline gasped as the bullet pushed deeper into her as she squirmed. Tyler's gold eyes locked on her, his head lowering as his lips peeled back. Without warning he lunged forward with a snarl.

Caroline shrieked in fear and then screamed as pain shot through her shoulder.

Her vision went white with agony as the air fled from her lungs. For one impossibly long moment she ceased to be. And then with a sickening rush the world flew back into focus. Caroline gasped and tried to sit up but Tyler pushed down with his paw on her unwounded shoulder. Caroline felt the veins around her eyes itch as her fangs strained to come out. Fighting against the desire to hiss, she instead gasped again, sucking in air through her lungs as Tyler looked at her with concern.

"I'm okay," Caroline gasped, "I'm okay," she reached up and touched her fingers to the wound, "you got the bullet out," she aid, feeling the scratch marks where he'd ripped the bullet out, "I can't heal with the vervain but you got it out," she tried to smile, "thank you."

Tyler whined and stepped off of her, slowly settling down to the ground next to her and resting his head on her paws. Caroline took a breath and closed her eyes against the nausea that swam through her. Carefully she rolled onto her side towards the wolf, opening her eyes. to see Tyler laying there with his head on his paws, his gold eyes looking up at her. Even without him lunging at her, Caroline could see the tension written all over him. He was tense but apparently having her so close seemed to help. Or maybe the idea that she had forgiven him helped to keep him somewhat aware of himself.

"Your hair's the same," Caroline said, thinking of the brown hair that now spread all over his body, "I don't think I've seen it this long since you went through that phase in middle school."

Even as a brown wolf, Tyler gave her a look that clearly said he did not want to be associated with his time in middle school. Caroline shifted, trying to push herself up but her arm only trembled violently and refused to support her weight fully. Caroline lowered herself heavily to the ground. Tyler watched her every movement. Summoning courage she did not feel, Caroline smiled at him.

"It's just the vervain," she said, "when i drink blood I'll be fine," she said. Tyler raised his head, looking at the entrance to the cellar, "no," Caroline shook her head, "Klaus is out there. Please, just stay here."

Shockingly Tyler listened to her.

There were moments when the wolf seemed to struggle back to the surface, where he would back up to the furthest corner of the cellar and snarl. A handful of times he lunged towards her. But each time, just before he was about to kill her, he would stop. Mostly he paced the area in between her prone form and the wall, obviously not wishing to be near her but not running into the woods. After a while, Caroline felt she could move and settled against the far wall, knowing the gate was useless.

Hours felt like days in the cellar as Caroline watched the brown wolf pace, half certain that he would kill her or that Klaus would appear and they'd both be dead. Caroline sat there and listened, to Tyler pacing and snarling and to Matt's steady pulse. Just as she was getting used to the odd rhythm of the night, Tyler snarled, and jumped back, landing unsteadily on his paws before staggering further away. Caroline pushed herself up and stepped forward far as she dared but the wolf let out a snap of furious warning, taking a step forward before backpedaling.

"Tyler? Tyler what's going on?" Caroline demanded.

The wolf lowered his head before arching his back with a howl. Caroline gasped as he howled again, this time the howl ended in a very human scream. Her eyes widened as the wolf arched downwards again, a sickening series of snaps echoing in the cellar. His head flew up as his arms extended, the bones lengthening as his body began to turn back into a human form. He gritted his teeth as his jaw began to recede, his face beginning to resemble Tyler's face. Still more wolf than human, Tyler snarled and lunged towards her.

Caroline ripped off her jacket and threw it at him.

Once again the scent of her so close reached into his madness. The rage and pain on his face was momentarily replaced by surprise before the change continued. Rage filled his features again only this time his head snapped toward where Matt was laying as he threw her bloodstained jacket aside. Abruptly he doubled over, screaming as his torso lengthened and his body began to take on more human proportions. His head flew up. Tyler snarled, pushing the rest of himself up as he moved towards Matt.

"Tyler, no!" Caroline jumped to her feet, lunging forward and wrapping her arms around his almost-human torso.

Tyler arched his back, screaming as his bones cracked. Caroline buried her face in his shoulder, pressing her fingers into his skin as she fought to make herself as small as possible while still holding him away from their friend. She couldn't let him near Matt but if he bit her-if he bit her she was going to die and he was never going to forgive himself. He doubled over and she felt his ribs expand, snapping from wolf to human under her fingers. His hands dragged from his head to her hands. Caroline grabbed his fingers, threading hers through his as she held him.

"You're okay-you're okay," she whispered against his skin as he sobbed with pain, "I've got you," she whispered, loosening her grip on his fingers as they lengthened into human appendages.

When he sank to the ground, she went with him, pulling him into her lap as his knees snapped back into alignment. His back pressed against hers as she heard the sound of the last of his organs shifting into place. After several more agony filled seconds, his screams and sobs turned into gasps for air as the last patches of fur gave way to skin. Caroline breathed a sigh of relief as she tightened her arms around him, making sure not to cut off his air supply.

"Care?" his voice was raw and he barely got her name out in his fight for air through newly changed lungs. But she heard the question all the same.

"I'm fine," she said, "it's just a few scratches, nothing bad," she exhaled in relief as she felt his tight muscles loosen. His weight pressed heavily against her before he moved to push himself up, "no," Caroline shook her head, one of her hands reaching up to press against his forehead, "catch your breath," she ordered.

His arm relaxed as he listened to her, his body all but collapsing against hers. For a handful of minutes the only sound that echoed through the darkness of the cellar was the sound of the young werewolf's deep, unsteady breaths. Caroline ran her fingers through his longer hair before moving her arms so his head was supported. She closed her eyes as her mouth watered with the sound of his blood pounding through his veins, focusing instead on the physical reaction. She hadn't watched him turn into a human the last time, but she knew what 'normal' was for the werewolf. Holding him she felt his feverishly hot skin begin to cool against her fingers, his heart slowing and his breath picking up a normal rhythm. Finally his body shifted against her to get more comfortable and she felt the rhythm of his breath begin to fall into a pattern.

"Hey," Caroline said softly, "Tyler you can't go to sleep yet," she said, her thumb rubbing against the back of his hand, "we've got to get Matt out of here okay?"

"Huh?" his body shifted, his face turning towards hers as his eyes struggled to stay open, instinct temporarily overriding his knowledge of the situation.

"We have to get Matt out of here," Caroline repeated.

Tyler just looked at her and Caroline was torn between hatred and gratitude towards Jules. Tyler wasn't sobbing, clutching at her as if she was the last solid thing in the world. He'd screamed, but it hadn't been like the last time. He was adjusting to what he was and while Caroline was grateful for that, a part of her was furious that it was Jules who helped him reach that point. Pushing the feeling aside, she smiled encouragingly at the werewolf who nodded slightly.

"Yeah," Tyler blinked and moved to sit up.

"Take it easy," Caroline said, helping him.

Tyler closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and forcing himself not to give into the desire to vomit. Even sitting up made his head spin. More than that he missed the coolness of Caroline's embrace. Like last time the heat of his skin was almost unbearable. Thankfully this time he did not feel exhausted to the point of tears or like the world was ending. It wasn't as bad as the last time, apparently Jules had been right when she told him taking wolfs bane was a terrible idea. Caroline's wonderfully hand remained on his back as he moved to push himself to his feet and hesitated realizing that once again he was naked.

"Shit," he swore, "my clothes got ruined in the transformation."

"Hang on," Caroline said jumping to her feet and hurrying into the cellar, her eyes searching through the darkness before they found what she was looking for. Seizing his previously discarded and forgotten about sweat pants, Caroline ran back to the werewolf, "here," she said, her heart swelling at the small victory, "we forgot these last time."

"Thanks," Tyler said taking the pants and pulling them on, "you're sure I didn't-"

"Yes," she said, "once I crashed through the gate you recognized me. You didn't hurt me," he nodded, "you don't seem surprised," she added slowly.

"Jules said without the Wolfs Bane it'd be easier to stay aware of myself," he explained, "and if I had the scent of someone I cared about it would help."

"Well it worked," she said, trying not to smile at his admission of caring about her, "you did-" without warning the world lurched as the burn of vervain and blood loss made her head spin.

"Caroline!" Tyler was by her side instantly, his arms steadying her as she swayed on her feet, "shit the vervain," he looked back over at Matt.

"I'll be okay," Caroline said blinking to clear her eyes, "we need to get Matt-" she took a shuddering breath, "we have to get to the Salvatores. We'll be safe there," her eyes blinked open.

"Salvatore house, got it," Tyler said, as if he didn't think it was crazy o go marching into a vampire's house.

"Uh huh," she nodded, her eyes loosing their focus, "Tyler?" she gasped, her knees buckling.

Instantly his arms shifted to accommodate her weight, holding her up as if she weighed nothing. Caroline bit her lip at the burn of his skin, feeling the veins around her eyes swell with the promise of fresh, hot blood so close.

"No, fuck that," Tyler slowly lowered her down, settling her against the wall. Under the half moons of her eyelashes he could see the darkened veins of her eyes. She needed blood, badly and under any other circumstance he would have shoved his wrist into her mouth but he had no idea if the werewolf venom that killed vampires was still in his system. One thing was clear, he had to get her food, "hang on," he ordered.

"Tyler, no!" Caroline protested, her eyes flying open, "they need a wolf-" she trailed off, leaning her heavy, burning head against the wall as a low moan bubbled from her lips.

A cold knot of fear settled in the pit of Tyler's stomach. Caroline was so strong it was unsettling as hell to see her with her head lolling and her eyes struggling to stay open even if they were darkened with the desire for blood. It was way more unsettling then it had been to wake up chained in the tomb to see her sitting across the way unconscious. Shoving his own selfish fear aside, Tyler focused on the young woman in front of him and crouched down, bringing himself as close to her as he dared.

"Caroline, Caroline!" he tapped the cool skin of her face, "are you sure I didn't bite you?"

"It's the vervain and the bullet," she said blinking, her eyes going to their usual color, "Tyler, Tyler!" she sat up, "you have to get Matt to the Salvatore house, he'll be safe there. Leave me here."

"No!" Tyler said, "Caroline look at me," his hands cupped her cheeks, forcing her eyes to meet his, "I want you to count to ten, okay? Can you do that for me? Count to ten and I'll be right back, okay?"

Caroline looked at him uncomprehendingly. Tyler knew she'd do the task regardless. Caroline's inability to count or spell when drunk was somewhat infamous in Mystic Falls. When they were young and new to drinking they used to find it funny that things that were easy were suddenly hard. For Caroline, numbers were the first thing to go. But she was a list person, a doer and when given a task she'd do her damnedest to complete it. He could feel the strength return to his limbs but he knew it would take more than ten seconds to catch something. Fortunately, it would also probably take Caroline Forbes longer than that to count to ten. instead of agreeing, however, fear broke out o the young woman's face.

"No," Caroline shook her head against his hands, "no, no, no," she continued to shake her head, "please don't leave again. Please, I promise I don't hate you," she felt her lip tremble, "I'm not even mad anymore. Please stay-" she babbled, tears edging her vision.

"Caroline I'm going to get you food. If I'm not back by the time you count to ten, you can hate me all you want.'

"But I can't hate you," she said, feeling herself close to tears, "I kissed you back remember?"

Surprise registered on the young werewolf's face, making him look far more innocent then he had moments ago even to her foggy vision. Caroline fought the urge to sob outright. Had he forgotten they kissed? Or did he think Jules was a better kisser than her? Her lip trembled at the idea that Tyler had traded her in for the dirty blonde werewolf with her tight pants and visible bras. Then she remembered how well Tyler had done during the last transformation and felt awful all over again. Caroline opened her mouth to apologize but Tyler shook his head.

"I didn't forget," he said, "count to ten okay?"

Caroline nodded, beginning to count. But the numbers seemed to get all jumbled in her head as the burn of the vervain and the wood twisted through her body. She was trying to unravel the mystery of what was missing between five, seven and eight while ignoring the ache in her chest when the sound of footsteps on the cellar steps drew her eye. Tyler came hurrying down the stairs, dragging a deer behind him with his neck twisted the wrong way. Caroline's eyes widened at the promise of fresh blood.

Before either of them could move she had tackled the deer, sinking her fangs into the flesh and drinking deeply.

The blood flowed through her, still warm and fresh. Caroline would have moaned in delight if she hadn't been so consumed with the desire to drink as much blood as she could as fast as she could. As it flowed through her veins the twisting fire of vervain ebbed to a dull burn and finally only to a slight sting. Dimly she was aware of her injuries healing themselves and her skin knitting back together. Silently she was thankful that Tyler hadn't spilt a drop of the deer's blood when he killed it and she was able to drain every last drop.

When there was nothing left, she slowly raised her head, painfully aware of the blood that coursed down her chin and the fact she had attacked the dear carcass like a wild animal. Even if it was in front of a werewolf who had acted the same way to her earlier that night. Sitting back from the dead deer, Caroline reached up to wipe her chin on the back of her hand only to have a piece of white fabric offered to her. She turned her head and looked up at Tyler who held out what was left of her now ruined, formerly favorite new white jacket.

"I think it's already ruined," he said.

Caroline swallowed thickly before accepting the jacket and wiping the blood off of her chin.

"Are you okay?" the werewolf asked. Caroline nodded, "are you sure?"

"Yes," she said getting to her feet, "it was the vervain," she looked down at her jacket with dismay before looking at Tyler, "I've never gotten hit with that much without drinking blood afterwards," she explained looking over at Matt, "we have to get him out of here."

Tyler followed her gaze to the still unconscious form of Matt, the rifle he'd knocked away from him laying a few feet away. He looked back at Caroline, watching as the Vampire reached up to touch the hole in her shirt. Matt had shot her. Vaguely he remembered her jumping in front of the gun, taking the bullet again. Which meant that he'd hurt her, again. And yet she was still beginning him not to leave, telling hims he didn't hate him. Without a word he walked over to Matt and picked him up, slinging his weight over his shoulder. When he turned around and met Caroline's eye, she looked at him gratefully and Tyler felt his heart ump with joy.

"Come on, lets get to the Salvatores."

"Wait," Caroline looked out at the woods.

"If Kalus needs a wolf then I'm not going to be of any use to him until the next moon," Tyler said.

"We still need to hurry," Caroline said.

Silently they made their way back through the woods towards the Salvatore mansion, Tyler in his sweat pants and Caroline in her bullet ridden shirt. Neither spoke a word, and when the house came into their view both were surprised that they were able to walk to it without the world ending. As always the door was unlocked and swung open to reveal a mansion that was eerily empty. Tyler deposited Matt on the couch before straightening up to face her. Caroline crossed an arm over her chest, fingering the tatters of her the hole in her shirt self consciously.

"So what do we do now?" he asked.

"We should stay put," Caroline said, "it'll be close to dawn soon," she looked out the window before glancing down, "and they took my ring," she added, frustration in her voice.

"They took your ring?" he demanded, anger flaring in his eyes Caroline's own widened in surprise at his reaction before the young man swore, "sorry," he said gruffly.

"It's okay," Caroline said quickly, remembering that his emotions were heightened after the transformation, "I'll get another one. No problem. But for right now I've got to stay inside."

Tyler looked at her. He could se clear as day that she was fighting to stay positive. Fighting to stay brave. She was doing a hell of a job of it and if he didn't know her so well he'd almost believe the front she put up. But he knew Caroline Forbes, who loved too hard and too fiercely. Who expected cowards like him and jerks like Matt and her mom to take care of her heart only to have it returned in pieces. Caroline, who deserved so much better than what she got but somehow managed to not give up on the world.

Who was about to have her faith in him shattered all over again.

"Yeah, it's safe here?" he asked.

"Yes," Caroline said, "Elena's got the house now which means no Vampire can get in except the ones she allows. And Bonnie put a spell on here to help keep out witches."

Tyler nodded and looked over at Matt. He'd made certain to leave the rifle behind and when he picked him up he hadn't felt anything in the way of weapons. He was still unconscious and Tyler was certain if he hadn't been ten seconds from beating Matt into unconsciousness, he'd be worried about him. As it was, he knew the only thing saving him from his fine haired temper was the fact that Matt waking up in a lot of pain wasn't nearly as satisfying as him being conscious while Tyler inflicted it on him.

Regardless he walked over to the young man and quickly began to pat him down.

"Tyler?" Caroline looked at him with concern, "what are you doing?"

"I'm making sure he's unarmed," Tyler said, his fingers connecting with something hard. Rolling up the leg of Matt's jeans he yanked the wicked looking blade out of the holster and tossed it to the side. On the other side of his leg he found several darts filled with clear liquid, "thats all of it," he said looking up at her as he slid the darts into his pocket, "but he's probably drinking vervain."

"Probably," Caroline agreed softly.

"So if he wakes up, knock him out. Don't compel him," he said straightening up with the dagger in his hand.

"Where are you going?" Caroline asked, fear snaking up her spine, "you're going after Jules," she realized aloud. Tyler looked down before nodding, "Tyler-" she began.

"If they needed a werewolf that badly they probably took her," he explained, "I know there's a good chance she's dead but I have to try."

Caroline swallowed thickly, knowing that leaving the house was as good as a signing your own death warrant. Full moon passing or no, she didn't think Klaus would hesitate to kill Tyler. But determination on the young werewolf's face made her heart drop and she knew that if she stopped him with force he would never forgive her for it. Pressing her lips together she looked at the ground and nodded, a mean, selfish part of her hating the fact that he was so willing to go and run after Jules but not her.

"Look I have to go after her," Tyler explained after a moment of hesitation, "I already made the mistake of abandoning someone I care about once," he said, drawing Caroline's eyes hopefully up, "I can't do that again," he said with a shake of his head.

"Hold on, one second," Caroline said, putting on a burst of speed and vanishing before returning with a crossbow, "take this," she said forcing it into his arms before vanishing and returning once again with a jacket, "and this. You're warm now but last time you got cold fast. And no-one goes to fight ancient vampires without their shirts on, that's just silly."

Tyler set down the weapons and pulled on the snug jacket, surprised when the smell of aftershave and chalk hit his nose instead of that of a Vampire. Instantly he could see the history classroom, the smell coming most strongly from the teacher standing at the board writing at a slight slant. Pushing aside the question of why his history teacher was leaving clothing around the Salvatore house, Tyler picked up the weapons and looked at the Vampire in front of him.

It was on his lips to apologize, but the list of all the ways he'd messed up before and probably would mess up again was so long it made his head swim. Past that, he thought about telling her how he felt, even if he wasn't sure himself. He didn't know if telling her he'd barely stopped thinking about her since he left would make her feel better or worse. Or if telling her the reason he'd made it back to Mystic Falls so quickly when his mom called was because he'd been halfway there already, unwilling to face the prospect of his second transformation without giving her the explanation she deserved.

There were a hundred things clamoring in his mind to be said, a hundred eloquent, articulate, maybe even beautiful things.

"Knock him out if he wakes up, you can always give him blood and heal him later," came out instead.

Caroline's eyes widened at the stern warning from the werewolf before she darted forward and wrapped her arms around him. It was so perfectly 'Tyler' for him to focus on being angry and protective rather than saying what he was feeling. Any other time that would have bothered her but not now, not after what had happened. Suddenly the month he had been gone seemed like a lifetime and Caroline felt her arms tighten around him before his own arms wound around her after a moment of hesitation.

"Please be careful," she whispered to the werewolf.

She felt Tyler nod against her cheek before he slowly drew back, his brown eyes meeting hers. His lips parted for a moment before they pressed together and he nodded, determination in his eyes as he stepped back from her embrace. He missed the coldness of her arms instantly but forced himself back, making his way to the door and stepping outside before he had the chance to listen to hesitate.

Before he had the chance to listen to every little voice in his head that told him to stay.

Next time we find out Jules' fate, more about Tyler's training and Caroline's feelings on Matt and her mom.

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