Cathy's POV
The scent of coffee and cedar fills the air, 1950's Christmas music plays softly, I lay in silence, my eyes closed.
The woods, Darren, all of it must've been a horrible nightmare, I roll over peacefully, I am home safe, any minute now Wynter will come and wake me up, hopefully with some of that coffee I smell.
I open my eyes slightly to see a large stone fireplace alive with flickering flames, I sit up abruptly, this isn't my home!
I look down at myself, my arms bandaged from my wrist up, I'm wearing an oversized grey tee shirt and a pair of men's boxer shorts, Who dressed me?
I slowly move out of the large unfamiliar bed onto the cold hardwood floor, "where am I?" I whisper to myself.
The floor creeks under me as I step towards the bedroom door.
As I come closer I hear sounds from the other side, a pan sizzling, cups clinking, slow heavy footsteps.
I grab the brass doorknob, but I hesitate to open it, who knows what kind of maniac could be on the other side? I feel a sea of anxiety wash over me, I breathe in deeply trying to calm myself, when suddenly the footsteps get closer.
I back away from the door, whoever it is, they're probably not a maniac, I mean why would they bandage me and help me? Maybe I'm just paranoid from last night, but I mean, who wouldn't be? At this point I can't trust anyone, not even Wynter.
The door squeaks open and a young man walks in, he's very handsome, but not in a way I've seen before, most of the men from sanctuary are buff werewolves with long hair and tanned skin;
But this man was pale, very pale, he had midnight black hair styled like James Dean and dark blue eyes like an endless ocean.
"I see you're awake." He says with a half smile painted on his gorgeous face. I feel my cheeks go red just looking at him.
"Where am I?"
"You're in my cabin, I found you in the forest practically half alive, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to you."
"I was attacked." Was all I could muster up, there's no way to explain these wounds to a human.
"Attacked by what?" His voice clearly filled with amusement.
"Wolves."
He chuckles, raising his eyebrows in suspicion.
"Alrighty, well if you're hungry I'm making breakfast, I hope you like pancakes, it's pretty much the only thing I can cook."
I smile at him, something about a warm breakfast sounds really nice right about now.
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Sanctuary
RomanceSanctuary is a story about a girl with a very rare blood type who's spent her entire life in the confines of a small werewolf community. Her werewolf family had raised her in fear of vampires, telling her that if she stepped foot in the outside worl...
