My Super Depressing Story About How I Became The First One

Chapter Twenty-Eight

I sat there, in front of my vanity, absently combing my hair. Had Frost really confessed to me that he loves me, loves me? After less than a month? I would be lying if I said that that didn't freaked me out a little. Don't get me wrong, Frost is an amazing guy, that I am incredibly attracted too, and no doubt that I would fall in love with him. But four weeks was not enough time for me to agree to that kind of commitment.

Ok so I had agreed to move in to the manor with a bunch of werewolves that I only know half the names to and I have only known Cain for four weeks, give or take. But falling in true love with someone in that short space of time was maybe a little too fast for me.

Most people who claim to know me would tell you that I am a girl with a very spontaneous nature and that I am impulsive, but those who do know me would tell you something else. I take my time, mulling things over, writing pros and cons lists and making sure that I won't get hurt. I may seem like a tough bitch, but I fucken hate getting hurt. It sucks.

Would Frost be one to hurt me? You could never be too sure. I trust him, like I trust Cain, a lot. And I'm pretty certain that he has my best interests at heart, but there is no way I am ready to give myself to him just yet. If he really loves me like he claims, then he can wait another four weeks for me to come round.

I would be stupid not to admit that I'm scared. I haven't loved anyone since my husband, Damon, and look how that turned out. Maybe that was the reason that I am holding myself back. But only time will tell.

And what the hell was up with Cain and his deep and meaningfuls? Is he jealous of what Frost and I have? His behavior was starting to confuse me. I am just hoping that it doesn't get any worse. Most girls would love to have two gorgeous men after them, but one is more than enough for this girl. Besides, as ridiculously sexy as he is, Cain is so not my type. A little too pretty. I'm not a jealous person, but having the eyes of every girl on my man would drive me fucken bat shit cray cray.

I looked at my reflection in the mirror and sighed. I couldn't hide up here in my room all day. I have been called a few things in my life, but coward was never one of them. Time to take a teaspoon of cement and harden up. It wasn't like my feelings for Frost had changed, I just hope he doesn't expect anything more anytime soon.

I could hear the commotion downstairs, as soon as I entered the hallway. Frantic shouting and muffled screams. I could only make out Cain's voice but the other man was unknown. The screams were definitely female.

I ran to the railing on the landing at the top of the stairs, to find a woman lying on the black and white tiles of the foyer floor. A dark man cradled her head, while Frost was tending to the side, where blood seemed to be escaping her body. It pooled on the stark white tiles with startling contrast. Her dark curls that covered her face, reminded me of Evelyn, but she was taller and leaner.

"Please Lycaon, we have to do something!" pleaded the dark man.

"We need to get her to the first aid kit in the kitchen," said Cain. His voice calm.

Frost scooped the whimpering woman in his arms with ease. She let out a scream of pain that sent chills down my spine. Frost disappeared from the foyer with the man following closely behind.

Cain looked up at me, his eyes betrayed his calm voice. "Savannah, I need you to go get Evelyn, now."

"What has happened?" I asked.

"I will explain, when you have retrieved Evelyn," he turned to Flynn, who was standing by the door, "Flynn, I need you to get my farther from the training bunker."

"Yes, Lycaon." He disappeared through the front door.

Cain turned back to me, "Quickly," he said urgently.