"What would he ask from you to do that?" I ask worrying about what Wyatt would do to keep me safe.

"I don't know." He says, pulling away from me.

"Please stay in today, the place is guarded against my kind. I need to take Drake with me and Alex should come too. I'll have to call him at home and he will want to ask them about you." Wyatt tells me. I hold in the chuckle at the idea of the king of vampires answering the phone.

"I will stay here and wait for you to come back." I smile at him.

"Promise me?" He asks, watching me closely. I don’t know why he asking me, he looks so serious.

"I don’t have anywhere to go," I say, having the feeling I shouldn’t promise him anything. Wyatt’s eyes glow before he walks out. I hear Alex follows with Drake not far behind them. They shout bye to me as the door slams shut.

My phone rings again as I groan, falling to the sofa, what the hell have I gotten myself into.

There are two loud knocks on my door, which instantly makes me tense up, expecting the door to be slammed open. I remember Wyatt’s words about the place being protected and take a deep breath, the men from earlier can’t get in here. I probably don't want to know about how it's protected.

"It's Katy and Harris. I'm not going to hurt you. I’m not like some crazy ass bitch we know!" She shouts through the door and I pray my neighbours didn't hear the teen shout that.

I swing open the door, to two worried faces before I get a face full of brown hair as Katy hugs me.

"I heard what that skank did to you. Don't worry, Jaxson will deal with her. There’s no way he would let her get away with trying to kill you." She says into my ear.

"Are you ok?" Harris asks from behind her.

"Yeah, come in." I nod, looking away from him. Should I tell them to stay away as well? I don’t think I can choose between Wyatt and the wolves who all feel like family to me now. Katy lets me go to walk into my kitchen, and straight to the fridge.

"Ohh, you have the good stuff. Our mother is on a silly diet and our dads just agree to everything she says." She pulls out Alex's chocolate milkshake and some lemon drizzle cake, I made earlier this week.

"Katy, you can't just walk into people’s houses and eat their food." Harris starts shaking his head as he sits on my sofa.

"It's alright," I smirk at Katy.

"She isn't anyone, she is pack," Katy says, with a mouth full of cake.

"Katy. At least try to be a girl for once. You have cake on your dress." Harris groans.