Camilla walks down the sunny park trail just needing to clear her head. After waking up the morning before with a bigger hang over than usual she used a lot of her time to ponder over her thoughts.

Klaus hadn't gave Camille her necklace, Esther had spelled it to the woman until her literal deathbed.

She often wondered what Camille was like on a personal level. From the way the whole Mikaelson family talked about her she was one stubborn but strong woman. She envied the fact that she got to hold Hope from a very young age, but held sympathy that the woman's only family left was hexed to death.

She also felt massive amounts of relief in her chest once she processed everything, but dark clouds were still looming over her. She was still going to die eventually.

Though She was worried for another reason, grams had told her while she was still dead that the witches would speak with her through out her dreams. And they did, until a few weeks ago everything became radio silent.

Was this them warning her that it was almost her time? It was too soon, she knew she was more than willing to die for all of the bloodlines, especially her own children, but what monsters had she faced?

"Please Grams give me some sort of sign." Camilla whispers under her breath with her head hung low.

A quite noise makes her alert to another presence in the park. Looking around she squints her eyes in confusion when she doesn't spot any living being around.

She soon realizes that the quite noise were sniffles once they began to turn into sobs and she becomes aware of a blonde head of hair sticking up from a park bench a couple feet behind her.

Carefully approaching, still cautious of the monsters that keep popping up, she gently taps the younger blondes shoulder. "Are you alright?"

The blondes head snaps up with a startled gasp and her eyes visibly widen for a moment before she composes herself. "I- um yeah I'm fine."

Camilla sends her a sympathetic yet disbelieving gaze. "I have three teenage girls, the 'I'm fine' doesn't work on me."

When the girl stays doesn't make any move to respond Camilla takes a seat at a comfortable distance away from the girl on the bench.

"My names Camilla, what's yours?" She tries to start a conversation with the girl, her motherly instincts had kicked in and the need to help her was growing to become overwhelming.

"Annabelle M-matthews." Her bottom lip trembles as she croaks out the name. She said it as if it had physically hurt her to say and it confused Camilla.

"That's what I was going to name my daughter, Annabelle, if I ever had one." Camilla laughs lightly. "I can't remember why, but It's a beautiful name. Unfortunately I didn't pick any of my girls names."

"So why are you out here so late?" Camilla questions curiously with a small frown after a few moments of silence. "Your parents must be worried. I know I would be scared if my kids disappeared in the early morning."

"I don't have parents anymore." She whispers under her breath, not thinking that the older woman would hear her but of course Camilla did.

"What do you mean?" Camilla questions becoming more confused as the conversation continues.

"My mother and father were both killed." She states with a certain indifference that scared Camilla but also made her feel sympathy towards the girl. Maybe that was just how she felt with loss, lord knows how the people in her life deal with grief.

"What about grandparents? Aunts? Uncles?" Camilla softly speaks, realizing the girl was fragile.

"My grandparents are dead. My siblings are the only ones left." She tearfully smiles at the thought of the them.

"Well where are they?" Camilla stands up in determination. "I can take you to them, wherever they are."

Annabelle firmly shakes her head. "They're happy with their new family. They don't even remember me."

"I'm sure the family would love to have you around." Camilla says hopeful, knowing that she would be more than willing to take more children in if it were her in the situation, but she also understood that not all mothers were like her.

"Their mother loved me like I was her own, but none of them would remember me. It feels like it's been so long." She admits, finally feeling like she wasn't suffocating after saying some of her problems out loud.

Camilla slowly places a hand on the girls shoulder in attempt to comfort her yet suddenly gasps as a sense of strong power flows through her. Flashes of an orange furred wolf and the feelings of loneliness and despair hit her.

"Are you okay?" The girl questions in concern.

"It's so cold." Camillas lip trembles. "It's dark, pitch black. Orange wolf." She mumbles out words.

She quickly snaps herself out of the vision when she realizes that the human girl would probably be frightened, and she was correct, when she opened her eyes the girl stared at her bewilderment.

Abruptly standing up she says, "I'm sorry I have to go but, here." Reaching into her back pocket she pulls out a card that had her name and number on it. "If you ever need anything don't hesitate to call or message me."

With out waiting for the girls reply Camilla stalks out of the park and rushes back to the boarding school.

"Woah darling, where are you in a rush to." Kol grabs her by her shoulders to stop her fast walking, looking at her in concern.

Camillas eyes widen. "You know a lot about magic. I need you to help me translate this or figure out what it's supposed to mean."

Kol furrows his eyebrows at her frantic state but nods his head nonetheless and leads her into her own office.

"So what happened?" He questions curiously.

"I-I went to the park and there was this oddly familiar girl there. She was crying, she couldn't have been that much older than Hope but she was all alone so I took a seat by her. She was telling me about her having no family left in her life. I put my hand on her shoulder to comfort her and I got a vision." Camilla breathes out deeply as she recalls the vision. "There was a vibrant orange colored wolf, and it felt like a wave of water washed over me. It made me feel so lonely...cold...and scared." She physically shivers as she remembers the feeling.

Kol goes deep into thought as he thinks about everything he's ever learned during his magic escapades and travels. Witches were complicated creatures and never fully revealed the blunt truth when they sent messages, that much he was sure of.

"I'm not quite sure." He sighs in defeat. "Witches are cryptic things, it's hard not to mess with the balance of nature if you tell a person what's affecting their course I'm sure."

Camilla had opened up to him prior about the silence from the witches and he simply told her to give it time.

"Affecting my course?" Camilla mumbles. "Do you think this wolf has something to do with fulfilling my duty?"

"Since when are you calling it your duty?" Kol questions confused.

"I have no choice but to do this Kol. You guys are all my family." She rests her hand on top of his. "I don't think the world would survive with out a Mikaelson witch or a Bennett witch truth be told."

"Truthfully, I think this mystery wolf is getting in your way. Now you just need to figure out why." He gives her a half hearted smile and a kiss on the forehead before leaving her office, allowing her to think.

Camilla walks into Klaus's painting room in the Mikaelson Mansion and gently knocks on the door frame, afraid of making him ruin whatever master piece he was currently working on.

Klaus turns around and smiles when he realizes who it was. "Well this is a pleasant surprise, I didn't think I'd see you until later."

" I needed to ask you a question." She sends him a small smile.

"What is it love? Is everything alright?" He questions worriedly, truth be told he had been very protective of the mother of his children from the second she told him she was not meant to stay in this world. Alive.

She immediately calms his worry. "No, no, everything is fine. It's just... you've been alive for a long time." Klaus relaxes and rolls his eyes jokingly, motioning with his hand for her to get on with it. "Have you ever seen an orange wolf?"

"That's an odd question." He raises an eyebrow, but continues when she gives him a pointed look. "No ive not, why?"

And so she continued to tell him everything she had already told Kol , to say he was confused was an understatement. But before he can iterate on his confusion the door to the mansion is swung open.

"Dad!" Hope and Jace shout in sync.

Camilla turns towards Klaus in confusion. "When did they start doing that?" She whispered in amusement.

"A few months ago. It scared me for weeks on end." Klaus admits with a small laugh.

"Dad!" They both yell again. It's silent for a moment before more shouts are heard.

"Stop copying me!"

"You're copying me!"

"Stupid!"

"Hope!" Klaus scolds at the same time Camilla yells. "Jace!"

They turn towards each other and burst into laughter at the irony.

"Mom? What're you doing here?" Jace questions curiously.

"Yeah I thought you went for your jog." Hope pipes in.

"Is your mother not allowed to simply visit me?" Klaus wraps his arms around the blonde and kisses her forehead.

Jace scrunches his face up in disgust along with Hope. "Please don't touch my mother like that infront of me."

"How do you think you were made?" Klaus' smirk widens when both of their eyes nearly pop out of their heads.

Camilla smacks him on the shoulder. "Nik!" She yells in disbelief.