Tyer did feel some relief when Hayley assured him that she'd call him if she needed him. “My life, huh?” he asked, not sure about how much detail he should get into. It might be too soon to tell Hayley that he wasn't just a werewolf, like he was in the dreams, but also a vampire. That made him, as far as he knew, one of the two hybrids in the Orange County. But then, if she had dreamed of him, she had dreamed of him being a hybrid, and of his sire bond with Klaus. He frowned.
“I already mentioned working for Klaus,” he said after a moment. “But I guess that’s not entirely true. I’m sired to him here, too. The problem is, he’s forbidden me from breaking the sire bond, so it looks like I’m stuck this way for a while. He hasn’t asked me to … do too many terrible things yet.” He hadn’t even asked Tyler to kill anyone, outside of that one instance months ago where the two of them had torn across the county, drinking their fill.