𝐁𝐎𝐑𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐈𝐄 || 𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐉𝐀𝐇 𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐄𝐋𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝟕.𝟐

[CRYING WOLF]

be there, where there is care.

IT TRULY AMAZED JULIETTE that in the nine months she'd been in Mystic Falls dealing with all kinds of evil vampires and threats, she had never once been injured. But today was the day, that changed.

When Juliette passed out, she found herself in a dream. Unfortunately, she was alone, with not much to do without Elijah there. She didn't know what year it was, as they had changed places since the last time.

Instead of the bustling streets of 1784, she was in a wooded area, surrounded by trees towering over her a soft breeze that nipped at her skin.  With no clues about the period, she had to remain in the unknown until she woke up.

Juliette was sitting on a rock that was in front of a little stream, watching the crystal clear water flow down the banks. She tried to recall anything about her attacker, she hadn't seen them but she tried to remember who had they—mostly Damon—pissed off recently.

There was Elijah, but that was completely Damon's doing. Surprisingly, she couldn't think of anyone else—usually, they pissed off much more people by-

The wolves.

Stefan had mentioned Elijah's witch had told them to leave town or else. But they hadn't heard anything about them actually leaving. The blonde one, Jules, was extremely pissed off at Damon, for one, killing Mason Lockwood, and two, provoking her at the mystic grill a few weeks ago.