My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Twelve

We left the wake early. I felt that I had said my goodbyes to Andy and I didn't want to hang around a bunch of strangers, talking about the Andy they didn't know. I also couldn't bear to watch Abby throwing herself at Cain. It wasn't a jealousy thing, really, more like her desperate attempts at Cain was a little too painful to watch. He handled it well. Avoiding her passes like a pro. He was nice about it, and didn't make her feel like he was flat out rejecting her, when he plainly was.

We arrived back at the manor in midafternoon. I was excited to start my training with Frost. It gave me something to take my mind of the pain I was feeling after the funeral.

Frost was already waiting for us in the den, the small lounge where I had the memory session with Evelyn, when I first arrived at the manor.

Before I could question the small space for training, he silently led me out of the room through a hidden door on the other side of the room. Cain didn't follow us, leaving me alone with Frost.

I followed him into a large dining room, or would you call it a banquet hall? A large wooden table, big enough to seat at least fifty people, sat in the middle of the polished, black and white tiled floor. A massive crystal chandelier hung low from the high rafters in the ceiling. The walls were the same stark white as the foyer, with the same black trim. There were no settings on the large table, leaving it bare and naked.

Frost led me through another door at the end of the room, to an over-the-top sized kitchen. Large windows opened the far wall to the back yard. It was the same view I got from my bedroom window, except, from ground level.

A small grass lawn was edged with the bush that carried out to the distant hills. A small garden shed, an old swing that hung from an old willow tree and a small patio area with an outside wood burner, were the only things that decorated the bare grass.

He led me down the back steps, from the kitchen, towards the small garden shed. I had no idea where we were going, but the shed didn't seem like a fit place to train either. It was tiny.

As we approached the shed, Frost pulled out a set of keys and proceeded to unlock the three dead locks on the shed door. I was surprised when Frost opened the door, to find stairs leading down into a dark tunnel. He pulled a chain that hung from the ceiling of the shed and lights flooded the small space and down the sides of the tunnel to show that it lead further down than I could see.

I obediently followed Frost down the endless flight of concrete stairs. I rounded a corner to another flight of stairs that led us further underground. We reached the end of the stairs to a large steel door. There was a key pad to the side of door where Frost punched in the combination. There was a loud beep before the door opened to a large open concrete room.

Gym equipment lined the far side of the room. Three sparing dummies stood to the left of us and gym mats were laid out on the bare floor of the room. A big glass window took up most of the end wall, looking into another large room that was bare and empty. A water cooler stood in a corner, next to two separate doors.

Frost stood in the middle of the room with his arms out wide, "This is our training room," he said with a proud as punch grin on his face. He pointed the glass window, "That there is our mirrored window that lets us watch sparing fights without us distracting the fighters. It is also for our protection. Every wall you see in here is reinforced, even the glass, enough to withstand the strength of even the most powerful werewolf, like our Lycaon."

I looked around at my surroundings in awe. I was not expecting this. Not in a million years would I have guessed that there was a massive underground bunker in the back yard. Very 007.

Frost took me through one of the two doors. It turned out to be a workout room with treadmills, cycles, and rowing machines. It had a door on the other side of the room, where the gun range was.

We started there for a warm up before they moved back to the main body of the gym where the mats were, for the training.

He mainly trained me in self-defense. Teaching me the most basic moves to brake grapples and how to block common blows, just in case I was ever to be attacked.

I didn't mind getting up and personal with Frost, and some of the grapples he put me in were very personal. He was always polite and was very careful on where he was touching me.

I wasn't entirely bothered with personal space. It had never really been a problem with me. Most people saw me as a hermit, but in all honestly, I was about as open as you could get. Nothing really embarrassed me...that much. I was only really a hermit because most people in my village thought of me as the angel of death, so I got used to only really having Andy as my friend. But I don't blame them, I often wondered that myself many times.

But that wasn't why I didn't mind about the intense hugging session with Frost. I liked him. He was beautiful, though not as beautiful as Cain, he was still in my top 5 list of hotties. I liked his eyes the most. I have strange eyes, and so did he, which made me feel normal around him. Like we had something in common.

Yes Cain was a werewolf, but his exterior could easily pass as normal, Calvin Klein model normal, but normal all the same. Frost looked different as well as being a werewolf, and that made me comfortable and excited. And god knows, I haven't been excited in a very long time.

We finished the session a little after two hours. Frost led me through the second of the two doors, to the showers.

There were eight large individual shower cubicles along the far wall. Each with enough room to shower and change. Lockers covered the opposite wall, save two toilet cubicles.

"There was no point on making two separate showers, not many of the woman come down here to train. So we just made it unisex. We are also werewolves. We are very much use to nudity," said Frost, with a crooked grin. He strolled over to the lockers, "this one here can be yours," he pointed to the last one on the right.

He handed me a towel from a lone cupboard on the wall left of me. I proceeded to take my shoes off on the bench by the lockers, when I suddenly lost concentration when I caught Frost taking off his shirt in the corner of my eye.

His muscles strained and glided under his skin as he pulled the top over his head. His flat stomach housed a healthy pack of abs. The trail of hair that started from his belly button continued, until it disappeared down his pants, only proving to me that his silver hair was indeed natural. A large tribal tattoo covered half of the right side of his chest, moving over his shoulder, disappearing behind his back and out of my view.

A warm flush rose to my cheeks. Ok, so maybe sometimes I can be embarrassed. I tried looking hard at my shoe as I untied the laces, trying to distract myself from the muscled perfection of Frost's upper body. If he had noticed me staring, he didn't lead on as he wondered over to his steamy shower, closing the door behind him.

I exhaled a long slow breath, before I stood to walk to my own steamy shower. Maybe I should make it a cold shower.