My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Twenty-Seven

I woke among the warmth of my blankets. I sat up, blinking, as I looked around my room. Cain sat slumped on the love seat, bathed in the sunlight that streamed through the stained glass window. Loose tangles of his golden hair fell over his painfully beautiful face, creating a golden halo. His thick dark blonde eyebrows pinched in a soft frown as he dreamt. I watched the slow rise of his chest as he breathed steadily in his sleep.

I contemplated on waking him, I had so many questions, but I decided that I didn't want to interrupt his slumber.

I slowly pushed the covers back, holding my breath as I did so, trying not to make a sound. The seat creaked under the shifting weight of Cain's body. I froze cursing myself, I had forgotten about werewolves and their super sensitive hearing.

He groaned, as his eyelids fluttered open, revealing his pale blues. They were a bright blue, yet so pale, as if they couldn't quite meet a medium. They focused, looking straight at me. "Morning, sleeping beauty," he said, his voice hoarse from sleep.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, moving closer to him. "How is Frost?" I asked. The last thing I could remember, before I had passed out, was Frost's unconscious body lying in a crumpled heap on the floor, because of me.

"He is doing well, he went for a hunt and is back on his guard shift," he held up his hand before I could speak. "Before you say anything, he insisted that he go back to work. I did try to encourage him to take the day off, but you know how he is."

"I really wish he wasn't so hard on himself," I said quietly.

Cain nodded silently.

"How long was I out for this time?" I asked. When I used a lot of my energy last time, I was knocked out cold for thirty two hours.

"Only twelve hours, but I still thought I should keep an eye on you."

I rubbed my still tired eyes. "Thank-you. So I guess this means no more training with my powers?"

He shook his head, sending his curls flailing around his face. He lent in, sitting forward in the chair. "No. We will continue training, but only with me."

"Why only with you?" I asked.

"Well I am able to read you energy better, and I can get a sense of when you are about to let go," he said.

I scratched my head. "But you are Lycaon, the leader of the wolves. If you get hurt or worse, then what?" It wasn't that I didn't trust Cain's judgment, it was that he runs the risk of putting us all in danger. He didn't have a successor to take over if anything was to go wrong. And I also couldn't live with myself if I hurt him or worse. That was only the beginning of my powers. What if I got stronger? No, I couldn't risk it.

"You need to trust me Savannah. I am a very powerful werewolf. The risk of me getting seriously hurt is next to nothing."

"But I seriously hurt Frost."

"You didn't seriously hurt him, he was just knocked out. You need to stop beating yourself up. He is a big boy, he can look after himself," he said, his words soft and comforting.

"Then why is he not training with me anymore?"

Cain sighed, pinching the bridge between his eyes. It seemed to be his own personal comfort. "Because I will not risk it. I have seen how much it pains you to see him hurt and knowing it is because of you. If it were just me, then you should be fine."

I frowned at him, giving him my own serious eyes. What the hell was that supposed to mean? "And what makes you think that it doesn't hurt seeing you hurt?"