There Is No Never Ever [MAJOR EDITING]

Chapter 7: Blame It on the Stubbornness [EDITED]

 I probably should’ve been freaked out, especially considering what had happened last night, but the shock was wearing off. I felt like nothing worse could happen when I opened the door than what had happened when I tried to talk with Destin. I was convinced now that Tyven wouldn’t be able to get in anyway and anyone else would just help to ease the stress I was under. So I walked over to the door and opened it without a second thought.

 A short fuse went off within me when I saw it was Seren on the other side of the door. I suppressed it and instead focused on how glad I was that it wasn’t Tyven. A small part of me had been hoping Destin would be the one knocking, but that wasn’t the case. Seren would have to make due even if he was a werewolf.

 I glanced behind him to see if anyone else was with him or if there was a vehicle parked somewhere. I relaxed a bit and my annoyance disappeared entirely since I wouldn’t have to put up with the other angsty wolves. The lacking of a vehicle didn’t really surprise me. I suspect werewolves prefer to run or jog or whatever it is they do. I looked him over. Seren was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt with a leather, biker-type jacket over it.

 “How did you know where I live?” I asked.

 It was a simple question; One I knew that if I thought about long and hard enough, I could figure out the answer, but I didn’t have much energy left in me at this point. Everything that had happened in the past few hours, including the thing with the werewolves, had emotionally drained me.

 “Your scent.” He paused for a moment to let me take that in.

 His words sounded like gibberish to me, mostly because I didn’t want to pay attention. I didn’t even want him to be here, but I needed to talk to someone. Get my mind off my impending doom.

 “Are you alright?” Seren asked, concerned all of the sudden.

 At first the question sounded foreign to me. Was I alright? Why would a person ask that? Did I give the impression that something was wrong? My instinct was to say, ‘yeah, fine’ but I couldn’t get my lips to formulate the words; nothing would come out. Seren pulled a handkerchief out of his pocket offering it to me. It was then I remembered I had been crying.

 No. I wasn’t alright. Gladly, I took the handkerchief and wiped my eyes, but I refused to blow my nose into it. That would just be too embarrassing. Now I really wished he would go away. It wasn’t a good time and I hardly knew him. I handed him back the handkerchief.

 “Can I come in or are you going to make me stand out here all day?” Seren asked, looking me directly in the eyes.

 “What do you want?”

 “I wanted to come by and see how you were doing after yesterday. I would have liked to walk you home yesterday to make sure you were okay, but…” Seren trailed off, staring at me uneasily.

 So he was worried about me? I thought none of his group wanted anything to do with me after yesterday. Maybe I had it wrong. Maybe he wasn’t worried about me, but worried about what I might do. He probably thought I was a ticking time bomb, especially after seeing me in a crying mess. At least I was dressed.

 I weighed the pros and cons. I guess I owed him after cleaning me up and Taedyn saving my life. I could at least let him know I wasn’t a threat. I moved out of the way of the open door to allow Seren entry. He nodded and passed by me. I closed the door and turned to give him my attention.

 “Um…” I ran my fingers through my purple hair nervously. “Would you like anything? Coffee, water…” I trailed off, unable to think of what else was in the house.

 Seren shook his head. “No. Thank you, though.”

 I noticed the empathy in his eyes. I bit my lip and looked away.