In love with a Lycan

Chapter 6

KENNA

Sitting on the couch, I stared ahead, trying to calm my racing thoughts, especially at the way I acted. I wasn't used to someone taking any interest in me and also being nice, too.

Knowing I was mean to Adrian earlier, I didn't mean to. I have never had much luck with men, even before my supervisor. I was the one who would never get the guy on a night out. So, the way Adrain was acting made me question everything. He was hot as sin, but there were plenty of people around that would probably be more suitable for him.

My eyes drifted to the bookcase, but the way Adrain had insinuated about doing everything for me, including around in here, made me have my back up with him. I wasn't the weak-hearted girl anyone thought.

The whole reason I mentioned I was on my own and had to do everything myself wasn't a statement, but a fact.

I didn't have the best upbringing. They placed me in foster care from the age of three. My mother had me at the young age of fourteen, and couldn't handle being a mum. That part was understandable to me. I could never imagine being a teenage mum at fourteen. It would scare me to death. You are technically still a child.

I never knew much about my family, not even my father. They placed me into the foster care system, where I lived in over fifteen homes until I was old enough to be on my own. I became accustomed to relying only on myself back then. Whenever I was in a new home, I was the one who was shy and too afraid to speak. Most of the families that took me in were nice, but there were a few that were too hard to mention.

Every time they flood my mind, my stomach drops, which makes me fall deep within myself.

Once I was eighteen, I was old enough to work and own my very own apartment. It was only a small studio place, but it meant everything to me. It was a home I could be proud of.

After that, I worked my ass off. I was an okay student in the many schools I was in, but when I was on my own, I decided to make something of myself and go to a local community college to get some sort of qualifications behind me.

As a child, I loved drawing. I would have a notebook with me every time I arrived at a new foster home. I would draw whatever was around me, something that made me smile mainly. I think I filled at least three notebooks of drawing. I practiced every day, keeping my head down and away from conflict. It was the only way I felt safe.

Shaking my thoughts away, I glanced over at the bookcase and let out a sigh. Every part of me wanted nothing more than to do this by myself, to prove I could and even part of me wanted to prove to Adrian too, even though part of me would imagine he wouldn't care less.

Moving up from the couch, I went over to the bookcase and grabbed the instructions. I sat on the floor and through each section to do whatever it was I had to, but one thing was I wasn't going to let this damn bookcase get the better of me.

A few hours flew by, which made me step back and take in every part of my handiwork. I finally put the damn thing together. A smile stretched across my face, while I let out a sigh, but before I could marvel at more of my work, a loud rumble came from my stomach, which made me realize I hadn't had anything since this morning.

My eyes went to the clock and realized that it was later than planned.

Turning around, I headed to the kitchen to make something to eat—a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. I sat down at the table and ate for a moment, but my eyes moved back to the bookcase and then to the boxes near it. I could place the books up, which makes this room finished.

After I finished eating, I moved away from the table and headed to the sink to quickly do the dishes, and place them on the draining board when I was done.

Once done, I walked over to the boxes and opened them. There were at least seven boxes of books here, and two of them were full of notebooks. One was ones from when I was in foster care and the others were ideas I had for my old job. Despite most of them being written up, I drew images on the sections.

Shaking my insecurities away from what happened, I didn't want to think about it anymore. It was in the past.

I started opening the boxes and organized where each book was going. It took longer than expected, but I managed to finish after an hour. It is quite surprising how many books I have got. Most of them were dark romances, who doesn't enjoy reading about bad boys and demons, I sure as hell don't.

I glanced at the last two boxes which held my notebooks and placed them on the bottom shelf. No one would ever think about reading them, especially since each spine is black. They all look like little novellas to read.

Kneeling and decided to place them all in order till every one of them was in a line on the bottom row.

Moving up, I glanced up and looked over to the door, wondering what Adrian was doing. Damn it. I shouldn't be thinking about him like that. I didn't want to get hurt, which usually is for my case.

Moving back, I stopped and looked around. Even though I have been living here for a month, I knew I had more to do, but I needed to work to get more things in to make this place more homely.

Deciding to sort out a few things around the house till I was hungry again, but as I looked toward the time, and soon realized that the day had gotten ahead of me. It was now getting dark.

A yawn slipped past my lips, which made me make sure everything was ready for the next day. I knew it would freeze, but I had a plug-in radiator in my room which was going to be on all night. I needed to sort out the furnace tomorrow.

Switching all the lights off, I headed toward my room and closed the door behind me. I walked over to the radiator and put it on. Knowing it would take a few minutes to warm up the room, I walked over to the bathroom, which was an ensuite to the bedroom, and took a quick shower. There was no need to wash my hair since I washed it the night before.

After the shower, I quickly wrapped a towel around myself and headed back into my room, where it was nice and warm. Heading over to the pillowcase, I got dry and placed on a pair of shorts with a baggy t-shirt.

I climbed into bed and snuggled under the blanket. Looking toward the lamp on the bedside table which had been on most of the day since I forgot to knock it off, I go to switch it off when I hear a howl in the distance like the other night which made me still.

Where the hell was that coming from?

Staying quiet despite that, there was no other noise. Shrugging off the feeling that there were wild wolves or bears in the forest, I knocked off the light and snuggled further under my blanket.

The blinds were already drawn when my eyes drifted to the window. I didn't even bother pulling them up. Even though each part of this house had a stunning view, at night it looked like something out of a horror film. It was the trees that did me in the way they moved.

Listening out again, I felt tiredness swoop in when I heard a loud growl. Louder than before. It sounded closer to me.

My eyes widened as my body shook with fear.

What the hell was that?

A few seconds later, another growl came, but this one was louder than the two I heard before, which made me move my covers over my head and shake.

There was no way I was going to sleep soon. I had to keep calm, but there was no way I would be able to.

Where was the hunky Greek god when you needed him?