Chapter 3

"Why'd you just come to Anaheim Hills now?" Thomas inquired while staring at me with a puzzled expression. Elijah was expected to arrive at Oliver's place, where we were waiting for him. I couldn't wait to find out what all the fuss was about. "I've thought about asking Alexander before to get me out of New York, but a couple of days ago, it was my last straw." I required further explanation as to the reason he was inquiring. The impression I got was that he was making a charge against me. The fact that virtually all of his relationships are currently in a precarious state is undoubtedly causing him to feel anxious. "Have you ever killed someone?" In response to Thomas's inquiry, both Oliver and I looked over at him, both of us appearing surprised. "That's none of your business if I have or haven't." Because of all the questions that he was asking, this youngster was making me want to punch him. "So you have killed someone?" “If she does not wish to say anything, that is alright with me, Thomas. It is none of our business what occurred prior to her arrival in Anaheim Hills," Oliver stated, taking my side in the argument. "No, Oliver, everything is okay. It's surprising that Alexander hasn't already informed you about it.” I turned my piercing blue eyes onto each of them, which triggered the werewolf that was already present within me, and I stared at them.  If they hadn't taken the life of an innocent person, any other wolves would have had yellow eyes. A wolf that possesses blue eyes has been responsible for the death of an innocent person. "How many?" With his gaze fixed on mine, Oliver inquired while maintaining his gaze. "4  One of them was a mistake, and I deeply regret having made it. At this point, however, I could actually kill someone, and I wouldn't care about it.” Sincerely, I stated it. As for me, I meant it. My recollections of that day keep coming back to me, and it is a memory of being a poor friend and mishandling the situation. I am being tormented by guilt. "So you could kill someone right now and not care?" Both Oliver and Thomas looked at me as if I had just killed both of them right there at that moment. "Yup, now when is this kid coming?" was my response. I had the desire to fully withdraw from the conversation. "Actually, it should be soon, but Harriet, we have to finish this conversation and talk about rules here," according to Oliver. However, to tell you the truth, I couldn't care less about the "rules" that he has developed. Even though he is not my alpha, I am confident that I could defeat him in a battle. With a sarcastic tone, I responded, "Yes, captain," while simultaneously saluting him and rolling my eyes.  The only thing that Oliver did was sigh and then proceed to the top of the stairs, where he crouched behind the corner in order to get ready for Elijah's arrival. Thomas was relaxing on the stairs, and I was standing next to him, leaning against the wall. “In all honesty, you don't appear to be that terrible of a person. You have a good reputation, and you are capable of accomplishing anything you set your mind to.” As Thomas put it. It took me a moment to come to terms with the fact that I had never before been the recipient of such a statement. The thought occurred to Thomas as he mumbled to himself, "Perhaps even a good addition to the pack."  I would like to know whether or not I am a part of this group. They are not capable of killing, but they are able to vanquish any danger that comes their way. With a grin on my face, I remarked to Thomas, "I would go for that."  The pack was one of a kind and offered users a variety of benefits. I would finally be able to recover, and the guilt would be eliminated if I were to be included in the pack. We waited there for a few minutes, waiting till we finally saw a car turn up. A young boy who appeared to be about the same age as us emerged from the vehicle and approached the front door. Although he's pretty, I don't share my opinion with anyone else. The mountain dashboard that we had placed on the ground was the point of interest for him as he approached the front door. Before turning his attention back to Thomas, he looked at me and arched an eyebrow. He added, "She's new," as he looked at me and then back at Thomas. "She's relatively new." "She could probably kick your ass in a second." Thomas was correct, as I saw when I glanced at him. This man didn't appear to be very tough. "My name is Elijah," Elijah stated to me as he glanced at me. Despite this, it is likely that you are already familiar with me. He gave me a sly grin as if he was pleased I was already familiar with his identity. "Yeah, I don't care." I gave a sigh of relief. I had anticipated that he would appear to be some weirdo by the side of the roadway, but he did not look like this at all. Most importantly, he appeared to be far more tough than I had anticipated he would be. After saying, "Fair enough," he turned his attention back to Thomas. While we were conversing with one another, Thomas simply sat on the step and listened to this conversation. My attention was drawn to Oliver's heartbeat. Surprisingly, he did not appear to be afraid, especially considering that Elijah was able to recognize his presence. Elijah looked up the stairs past Thomas, and I simply stared at Elijah, trying to determine whether or not he could tell that Oliver was just sitting on the upper floor. While standing next to Elijah, Thomas threw the shirt to him. It was Oliver's shirt that Elijah used to kill him, and it was the shirt that Oliver wore. "You killed my best friend," Thomas explained with tears in his eyes. While Elijah was looking at the garment, he turned his attention back to Thomas. "Let's be honest, Thomas, was he still really your best friend?" remarked Elijah. So far, Oliver has not lied about his intention to listen in on Elijah's heartbeat in order to determine whether or not it jumps. "You gonna let my father die?" As Thomas put it. If I'm being completely honest, he appeared to be emotionless. It seemed as if he was observing how I appeared when I saw Fleurette dead. "If I wanted him to die, I wouldn't have told you where I could find him," Elijah stated as he looked back at me.  "I would have kept that information to myself." He examined every part of my body, and I felt shivers run down my spine as a result. "Then why is he saying his body is shutting down?" Thomas spoke his thoughts as he ascended the staircase.  "That some toxins are poisoning him, and they don't know how to stop it." I decided to stop leaning against the wall because he was coming closer to Elijah. I was being cautious in case Elijah would do something. "Thomas, I'm not the bad guy," he said.  “Simply put, I am a realist. I have survived this. If only you knew the things that I know," Elijah continued, but Thomas cut him off in the middle of his sentence. "Well, what do you know?" Thomas raised a question. "I know what's coming, I know what the dread doctors created, and I know what Ainsley is," Elijah commented. The fact that his heartbeat remained constant perplexed me the most. I also required clarification regarding the meaning of his statement that he was aware of what Ainsley was. The fact that Ainsley was supernatural like us was never mentioned to me by Oliver. A solution was found by Charlotte. I was able to see it in her recollections. Next, Elijah proceeded. I became aware of what he had done. To get a better look at her memories, he inserted his claws into the back of her neck. Nevertheless, this was a power that could only be used by an alpha, and Elijah was not an alpha. Thomas made the statement, "Right after you drove her out of her mind." The idea that Thomas has affection for Charlotte finally occurred to me. "Collateral damage," Elijah referred to the situation. When I heard what he had just stated, I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Even if I were to drive an innocent girl out of her mind, I would not allow myself to be so callous. "But if she's right about Ainsley, the things around here are gonna get a lot worse," Elijah declared quite loudly. Thomas responded, "I don't care," in a manner that was essentially a whisper. Elijah continued to yell out, "You should," over and over again.  "Cause if your dad does survive, he's not gonna be sheriff of anything much longer." It is now clear to me why they all have such a strong dislike for him. "What's happening to him?" Still speaking in a hushed tone, Thomas said. Even though he was so concerned about his father, I would be just as concerned for him, especially if he were the only person I had left. After turning around, Elijah began to leave the building by going out the door. "Hey, tell me!" Thomas let out a scream before rising to his feet, grabbing Elijah, and turning around. In order to prevent Elijah from taking any action, I moved Thomas to the side without causing him any harm and then seized him by the wrist. All of my fangs and claws were brought out. As I watch him examine my face and eyes, he says, "Ah, she has blue eyes, and she is a fierce person." I'm going to enjoy this one. He said with a sneer on his face. After letting out a snarl at him, I became aware that my eyes had somehow become blue. Although I had hoped that it would not take place, I should have known better. As Thomas put it, "Harriet, you should let him go; it's fine." My want to let go was strong. Because of the sneer that was on his face, I wanted to murder him. I couldn't help but think of Wesley's. As I let him go, I let out a groan. With a sneer on his face, Elijah made himself right and glanced at me. "You are aware that it is the final time that I will allow you to prevail. You should brag about your strong sense of self-worth before you actually come up against someone. It was said by him. "Trust me, I could beat you with my eyes closed, and I wouldn't need claws," I commented with smugness. Elijah gave me a grin before turning his attention back to Thomas. "Thomas, you are really astute. When he started heading back to his car,” he stated.  "You know how to help your father." He was referring to my father. The only thing that Thomas and I did was look at each other. Two of us looked, and we both saw Elijah drive away to check that it was okay for Oliver to come out of the building. I told Oliver, "Give me your phone," and he complied. "Why?" His expression was more befuddled than it had ever been. I still need to take the time to go and set up Alexander's apartment, so I'm going to do that right now. In the event that you require anything, you can contact me by phone or text message. Sincerely, I stated it. I was given Oliver's phone number, and I entered my own number into the system. Regards, Harriet, for everything you've done today. When Oliver stated, "You might even be a good addition to the pack," Thomas glanced at me, nodded his head in agreement, and grinned. All of this occurred simultaneously. With the exception of Wesley and Fleurette, this brought me joy for the very first time. I uttered those words as I made my way out of the house and into my vehicle. "I would like that." Upon entering, I realized that I had the ideal plan. Gather information on the plans that Elijah has for Oliver. After giving this some more thought for a few more seconds, I got in my car and drove off to my new residence. I lowered the windows and had music playing in the background. In any case, this new life might not be all that horrible.