attn: Enzo, Landon / mention: Caroline
When did his cabin on the Bayou become a gathering point for all supernatural creatures? The Beta Werewolf adopted by the Crescents had become a confidante to Hayley and her second in command. Protecting Hope was his main priority. He had been out of commission for far too long for his liking. Tyler was still agitated due to his recent transformation into full wolf form. He was doing his best to calm down. The only one in his past that could actually calm him down had been Caroline. Doing it on his own was always a very difficult task. Why did she have to be the only woman that Tyler would ever truly love? Damn Klaus and his bullsh!t
Now it was time to address his new guests. Nobody in this room was human, especially not Tyler. Tyler had to figure out what he was going to do next. It was time to sort them out. Werewolf senses were always greater than an average human. It was no secret. To your average werewolf, a vampire usually smelled like death or rotting corpse. With Enzo in the room (a known vampire to him), Tyler tried to focus his sense of smell. The new kid in the room called himself Landon. There was something very different about Landon. Normal humans had a certain scent to a werewolf depending on their diet, their exercise regimen, or even if they had sex the night before. Werewolves could smell all that on a human. This kid didn’t smell like any of that. He smelled like ash.
There had been another girl that had entered his cabin, but Thomas the werewolf elder had come in and took the girl with him. He was a shepherd of sorts to all the young wolves. He knew that she would be safe with him. Tyler was left alone with Enzo and this kid named Landon. “Yeah it’s safe here. At least for a little while it will be.” The uproar in the city of New Orleans among the supernatural beings there would undoubtedly get back to Klaus and his flunkeys. Knowing that Tyler was not one of Klaus’ favorite people, it wouldn't be long before someone would undoubtedly come after him. Would Caroline even know or care?
Tyler turned to look at his friend and former partner in the activities for the Armory. The vampire had come a long way for some reason. It had been a while since he had any contact with the Armory. More than likely, they thought he was dead. Tyler was unsure if any of his family was alive or dead. He had to admit that it was good to see Enzo. Trusting vampires was not in his Forte. Enzo was different. Tyler knew he could trust Enzo with his very life.
Tyler reached for a cabinet to his left and open the door. Inside the cabinet was an old bottle of bourbon that he had managed to carry with him to New Orleans after running from Lockwood Manor in the middle of the night when he was being haunted like a dog. There was a certain irony in that especially considering he was a werewolf. In the next cabinet was two tumblers that he kept for just such an occasion. He sat the bottle down on the counter and pushed it in the direction of the vampire. “Go on buddy. You deserve it. Especially after I nearly ripped your throat out. Let’s not tell Bonnie or she’ll neuter me, I’m sure.” Enzo was an aficionado of bourbon as most of the Supernatural Element from Mystic Falls had been.
He turned his gaze back to Landon. The kid was definitely not any sort of human he'd ever seen. He’s seeing quite a few supernatural creatures especially in his time with the Armory. “You’re obviously not human. Why don’t you start talking? No one’s going to hurt you here. We take in all sorts in the Bayou.” He wasn’t sure what the boy knew in regard to other supernatural creatures that existed. It was going to be best to have a little chat with him to find out what his story was and how he fit into the bigger picture