4||the wolf pack

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Stefan pov

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Stefan pov

After klaus,ray and I went to the darts I hung ray at the wall with darts.

"So ray lets play a game called truth or wolfsbane,first question where is your pack?"
I started as I stand a little away from him with an dart in my hand.

"Like hell I Tell You"he spoke back.

"Wrong answer" I trew the dart at him,which landet in his shoulders.

"Again,where's your pack?"
I asked again.

He didn't respond.

As before I could trew an another dart at him he began to speak.

"Fine,okay i-i don't know where they are I left 3 days ago"
He stuttered at the beginning of the sentence

Lie

"Ugh" I groaned

I looked at klaus who was forced at nothing but one point

I followed his eyes which landed on ayla still drinking drinks.

"You love her?
I asked

"Of course I do what kind of question is that?" He snapped back

"Why don't you tell her?"

"There are a lot of things you don't know"
He said before heading to ayla.

I turned back to ray.

"Sorry could take longer than I thought." And took another dart.

Klaus pov

After the conversation with Stefan I stood up and went to ayla who was still drinking.

"Don't you think that's enough,love?"
I asked from behind.

She turned around and gave me a soft smile

I can't get enough from this smile

"I don't think I have"
She answered.

I chuckled soft.

I sat next to her and grabbed me a bottle

"what did you and stefan discussed?"she questioned since she doesn't have vampire hearing.

"Nothing"

"But I think it's better if no one or at least stefan and his gang nothing knows about our marriage"I finished the sentence.

"Why?"

"You Said you don't want to be a vampire right?what if they treating me to kill you.turn you?"

"Okay"
She only answered

"Okay"She only answered

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