*Cynamon*
I have just gotten into the car when I receive a text, so I pull out my phone and read it. ‘Are you on your way honey ... I am getting hungry’.
‘Just got in my car ... but I need to drive slow not to ruin the cakes and also find my way to the middle of nowhere. So it will take a bit.. be patient’. I shake my head as I put my phone away ... men !
Turning on the GPS and pushing in the address is the first thing I do, before turning on my car and starting my journey to deliver the cupcakes I have created. That is what I do, create specially ordered cupcakes ... and to toot my own horn a bit, I can make almost anything you can imagine.
I was hired by my kind of boyfriend to do these for a friend's 4th of July celebration. I say kind of boyfriend because well ... we have been on a couple of dates, but ... as always it will probably not really lead to anything.
‘You know why’. The well known voice sounds in my head.
“Yada yada yada”. I mumble. “He is not our mate, I know”.
I am talking to my wolf, Zyca … Yes, I am a werewolf. Not one of those from the horror movies, big drooling monsters eating humans, I just have the ability to change into a wolf. One that constantly talks inside my head and has her own opinion.
‘Mates are important’. She huffs.
“We live a rogue life, we never see any other wolves, the change is …”. I sigh. “Well, chances are we will never meet our mate … Nick is fun, I know it won’t last, but let me enjoy the attention”.
It’s not that he is not a nice guy, he actually is … and handsome too ... very much so actually, it’s like winning the boyfriend lottery ... but ... yeah something is wrong with me, beside the werewolf thing I mean ... or with the whole notion of love.
I am either incapable of love ... which would probably not be a surprise given my past and the mate thing ... or maybe love is just a lie we all buy into. I am not sure, but I am sure that I never felt those butterflies ... the tingles ... the ... however books describe love. I might like a guy, even feel good around him ... but, that's about it.
But I mean, I always wanted love ... I kinda always wanted kids, to prove myself better than my own mom. I always felt I deserved to be loved. I mean it took me … like forever and a lot of therapy to learn to love myself ... to accept my past .. accept that what happened happened and it was not my fault and to accept what I am.
I had hoped that when I loved myself, I would love someone else. You know the saying, to be able to give and receive love from others, you need to love yourself first ... it still hasn’t happened though.
So for now I will stick with this one. Who knows, maybe it will happen. I mean he is sweet, funny, and handsome. And he is a pretty good kisser too, that’s how far we have gone for now, which I am totally okay with; I am not really busy in that area.
I mean, don’t get me wrong ... I quite enjoy sex, when it is going on that is; I am not really going around missing it. I guess I just don’t have a very big sex drive either, so as I said my relationships usually do not go far ... a lot of them I end, because well … I feel bad about it ... or they dumb me for not giving them enough attention and enough sex.
‘Because they are not HIM, they are not our mate’. Zyca chips in.
“Heard you the first million times”. I mumble.
As I park in front of the house I spot him coming out, smiling at me and waving ... yeah he is handsome, no doubt, even Zyca thinks so, says he could almost be an Alpha ... I wish I would feel more than I do.
“Hi honey”. He comes padding over, and I get out of the car, he pulls me into a hug and a light kiss. “So happy you finally came ... let me take the cup cakes and then I can introduce you to everyone else”.
I breathe in, unable not to feel slightly nervous. I mean he lives here with a couple of other guys, whom I haven’t met yet. I am not always the best at meeting new people. Also I find it a bit weird or fun, not sure which, that they kinda live in a pack, I mean as they are not wolves. “Okay ... they are in the backseat”.
Nick opens the backseat to my car and looks at me with a huge grin. “You put a seatbelt on the cupcakes ?”
“Yeah ... I mean I didn’t want them to tip over if I had to break or something”. I look at him. I mean that’s a totally normal thing to do right ?
“You are something special”. He gives me a small chuckle before leaning in to unbuckle the cakes. “That would be such a Zac thing to do”.
Zac ... he is the owner of this place, one of Nick’s best friends ... and a movie star I have been told. To be honest I only have a vague idea how he looks. I have seen him on tv years ago and some posters for his recent superhero movie, but I didn’t look closer though, as it isn’t really my kind of movie, but according to Nick he is a great guy and I am going to love him.
“Come on.. I’ll show you the house”. Nick walks inside and I follow him.
He puts the cakes down in the kitchen and I look around. “I like this, stylish but cosy ... very nice”.
“Well this is actually Zac’s place ... or what you want to call it ... but yeah, Zac lives here”. He walks towards a door out to a back patio. “Okay come meet everyone”.
Apparently Nick can feel me tensing up, because he takes my hand and leads me along, introducing me as his girlfriend. Honestly most people I forget again instantly. I do remember JR though, who apparently is Zac’s business partner on something called Bodyworks, a big bearded guy who calls me ma’am in a very Texan way and gives off an alpha vibe, in a good way. And little Zach or LZ, who is this cute guy with a sweet smile and a camera in his hand, whom I instantly like.
We walk out on the grass, the back lawn is kind of a half circle with almost a ravine behind it. There are people standing around talking and a guy is laying on the edge with a rifle, shooting at something in the distance while a couple of people are watching.
A bearded guy comes over, talking in a whispering voice. “Shh ... Zac is trying to hit the bomb”.
“The bomb ?” I probably look confused. “He is shooting a bomb ?”
‘This sounds unsafe’. Zyca is instantly there. ‘Maybe we should leave’.
Nick chuckles low. “Not a real bomb, just a silly idea Zac has ... this is Marshall by the way ... Marshal, this is my girlfriend Cynamon”.
“Nice to meet you ma’am”. He says ... still in the hushed voice, not to break Zac’s focus I guess.
So I whisper back. “Nice to meet you too”.
We all turn to focus on Zac and I can’t help but notice the almost crazily long legs poking out from the black shorts. He is wearing a tank top and when he gets ready to shoot the muscles in his back, shoulders and ass tightens visibly.
‘Cy !’ Zyca sounds weird, like excited and worried all at once, but I ignore her.
“Focus Zac ... focus”. He mumbles to himself and I am not sure what it is, I mean he has a totally normal voice, he isn’t even talking to me. But then why do I suddenly feel all weird ? Like dizzy and breathless, is it because I know he is famous, even though I thought I didn’t care.
Everyone holds their breath as he pulls the trigger. There is the sound of the rifle, then what seems like seconds of silence and then something goes boom down in the field and everyone around me cheers and Nick calls out. “Awesome shot Z”.
“That was fucking legit ...”. He jumps to his feet and turns toward us, freezing in place in the middle of an inhale, kinda staring at me, like I was the last thing he expected to see.
How is it that books describe it ? Like being struck by lightning ... yeah that’s very accurate. I just stand there, staring like an idiot. I mean to my defence I had no idea it was possible to be this ... handsome ... no that's not even it, even though he is ridiculously good looking. It's the pure light shining from within him that has me mesmerised.
Without me even really noticing, my hand lets go of Nick’s and falls to my side, so this is Zac, the famous movie star ... with a clarity that is rare for me I instantly know my life will never be the same, and Zyca’s reaction confirms it.
*Zac*I realise that I kinda let out a small gasp as my lungs allow me to breathe again, this woman is something special … but.. who is she ? This vision standing beside Nick, her dark eyes watching me, the pinkish lips parting softly ... holy ... wow.. What the hell just happened here ?“Z this is my girlfriend Cynamon. Honey this is Zac ... he owns this place”. Nick says, his voice sounds kinda far away.My mind is kinda trying to piece it all together and make sense of what he said. “Girlfriend ... Cinnamon ? I like cinnamon”.“Earth to Zac”. Nick chuckles. “Cynamon ... remember I told you. We’ve been on a couple of dates. She is
*Zac*“Okay Z ... spill it”. LZ flops down beside me and JR stops in front of me, crossing his arms on his wide chest.I look from one to the other, shaking my head. “Uhm spill what ?”“Zac ... you have been looking all pained and melancolic for the last couple of hours”. JR says softly. “And now you are just sitting here on the steps ... looking miserable”.“You guys worry too much.. I am fine ... everything is fine”. I run a hand through my hair, sending them a smile.LZ leans a bit forward, looking past me at Cynamon and Nick who are playing around with a fris
*Zac*I quickly get to my feet. I owe Nick to be honest with him. “You and I need to talk ... inside”.His eyes run over me ... then Cynamon. “Okay, wait here honey, I’ll be right back”.“I’ll stay with her”. LZ says with a nervous smile.“Thanks”. Me and Nick say at the same time, making him glare at me.We walk inside and I ask a couple of people to leave us alone, closing the door behind them. When I turn Nick is watching me with his arms crossed on his chest. “Okay Z ... explain”.&
*Cynamon*I spend the rest of the day feeling like I am floating around on a pink cloud. .. Zac is the most amazing man, hell the most amazing human being I have ever met. We spend every minute together ... talking, holding hands, kissing ... and no one seems to wonder why I am with him ... even Nick acts like it is totally normal.Zyca is overjoyed. She has hoped for a mate for so long and she doesn’t care that Zac is human, to her he is perfect too.In a rare moment when Zac is out of sight I take Nick’s hand. “Thank you ... for being this understanding and for ... sending him after me”.“Zac is one of my best friends and he deserves to be happy”. H
*Cynamon*“You do know that I will have to go home tomorrow right ?” I look up at Zac. We are kinda snuggled up in a couch-like thing hanging from the three on the back lawn ... how we managed to both get into it is kinda of a mystery, but for now it’s rather cosy.“Why ?” He has this way of sounding like a sad puppy that goes right to my heart. “I don't want you to leave”.I giggle and slowly run my fingers along the neckline of his tank top. “I have no clothes Zac”.“Well clothes are ... totally optional around here you know ... I won’t judge you”. He chuckles and to me that
*Cynamon*I slowly feel reality pull at me ... but I am not fully awake yet. Damn what was I dreaming ? I can’t really remember, but it was about Zac and it was pretty heated, I can still feel the warm humming in my body.To be honest I am not sure it is possible to be more comfortable than I am right now. I am warm, the bed is perfectly soft and I have Zac’s strong body pressed against me, one arm resting under my pillow, the other wrapped around my waist.‘It feels good right ?’ Zyka asks, with a lazy voice, telling me she has been sleeping too.‘It does, yes’. I admit, but then the fear and the doubts come creeping up on me. ‘We can’t d
*Cynamon*“A problem ?” I sit up, staring at him .. what is he talking about ? Zyka is listening curiously too.He holds up something that looks like a rubber band with something stringy attached to it. “Uhm ... seem like condoms actually do break sometimes”.“Oh shit”. How fucking unlucky is it possible to be ? I mean I don’t do one night stands ... I don’t really do flings ... even boyfriends I normally keep hanging, often for a long time before giving in, if they don’t give up first ... for once I meet a man who makes my body actually burn w
2 weeks later*Cynamon*“Hi darling ... I have a surprise for you”. Zac gives me a quick kiss, but I grab him around the neck, kissing him deeply. He chuckles when I let him go. “Oh I love to feel missed ... but I am kinda sweaty”.I smile at him, he just came from the gym and I do not mind that kind of sweat at all. “Don't you know by now that I don’t mind that one bit ?”Zyka is humming softly. ‘I do love his scent’.
*Zac* The abandoned warehouse reeks of mildew and despair, a fitting backdrop for our desperate meeting. Rain hammers the corrugated iron roof, mirroring the storm inside me. We had managed to get in contact with Cynamon's brother and set up this meeting. He had been in hiding after a near capture, which is the reason he had not been able to warn Cynamon. He had hoped they did not know where to find her. So here we are, pretending to make plans like some heroes in an action movie. Across a scarred wooden table sits Cukier, his slightly wolfish features etched with grim determination, his usually vibrant eyes shadowed with worry. Nick sits beside him, having come no questions asked when I called. Evangeline, perched on a crate, radiates an unnervingly calm energy, her wings neatly folded, a stark contrast to the tension in the room. “Cynamon was taken to the Blackwood compound,” Cukier’s voice is low and gravelly. “They’ve been consolidating captured werewolves there for months.”
*LZ* The moment Evangeline's wings envelop us, the world blurs into a cascade of light, the pressure of reality bending around us. It feels like being in a dream, yet more vivid, the air tingling with a magic that's almost overwhelming. As we emerge from the light, and her wings unfold, I find myself standing in a place that defies all logic. The air here hums with life, the sky a canvas of perpetual twilight, painted in hues that shift subtly as I watch. Trees stretch upwards, their branches knitting together, creating a canopy that feels like a protective embrace. The ground underfoot is soft, covered in moss that glows faintly, and every plant seems to pulse with an internal light. Evangeline leads the way, her voice soft but urgent. "Welcome to the sanctuary, LZ. We must move quickly." The landscape is surreal, with flowers that emit their own light and creatures so small they could fit in the palm of my hand, flitting about with wings that leave trails of color. Clementine,
*Zac* The clearing is eerily quiet as Evangeline and I arrive, her wings folding gracefully behind her. The signs of struggle are evident… trampled grass, scattered leaves, and the unmistakable impression of helicopter skids in the earth. My heart pounds in my chest, each beat a reminder of the urgency pressing down on us. I crouch down, running my fingers over the disturbed ground. "I need to go after them," I say, my voice barely a whisper. The realization that Cynamon was taken from this very spot tightens something in my chest. Fear and frustration coil within me, threatening to unravel my composure. Evangeline stands beside me, her presence a strangely comforting anchor. "We’ll find her, Zac. But we need to be smart about it.” When I don’t respond she continues. “I know you are very capable, but you are human… they literally have an army.” I know she is right of course, so I nod, trying to rein in the panic clawing at my insides. My mind races, jumping from one thought to th
*Zac* The drive back to the house is filled with the usual banter between LZ and me. He's recounting his latest comedic misadventure he had while trying to film the perfect sunrise and ended up filming Blue doing his morning toilette. Our laughter echoes in the car as I pull into the driveway, looking forward to a quiet day with Cynamon and Clementine. As we step out of the car, the calm air is suddenly disturbed by a rush of wind. We both look up, startled, as a figure descends from the sky. My heart skips a beat when I realize it's Evangeline, her wings shimmering in the sunlight as she gently lands in front of us, cradling my daughter, Clementine, in her arms. "Evangeline?" I blurt out, my voice tinged with disbelief and concern. My eyes flicker between her ethereal wings and my daughter, who seems perfectly content in her arms. "What... how?" I know I should be more surprised by the whole having wings and flying things, but dating a werewolf might toughen you up… also right no
*Evangeline* The ton of fear in Cynamon's voice sends a chill down my spine. The soldiers step out of the shadows, their presence a stark contrast to the peaceful morning we were enjoying moments ago. My heart races as I see the determination and hate in their eyes, and I know that this is not a figh easily won. I turn to Cynamon, my voice firm yet filled with urgency. "Cynamon, trust me with Clementine. I can keep her safe. You need to focus on defending yourself." Her eyes meet mine, a silent understanding passing between us. She nods, and I quickly lift Clementine from the stroller, cradling her protectively in my arms. The tiny girl gazes up at me, her innocent eyes unaware of the danger surrounding us. "I'm sorry I haven't told you," I say, my voice barely above a whisper, but there's no time for more words. I let my secret unfold as I spread my wings, the shimmering, ethereal appendages unfurling from my back. I see the shock in Cynamon's eyes, but there's no time to dwell o
6 weeks later*Cynamon* The crisp morning air fills my lungs as Evangeline and I stroll along the wooded path, Clementine nestled comfortably in her stroller. The vibrant colors of autumn leaves blanket the ground, crunching softly underfoot with each step we take. Clementine gurgles happily, her tiny fingers reaching out to grasp at the golden rays of sunlight filtering through the trees. "She's growing so fast," Evangeline remarks, her eyes filled with warmth as she looks at Clementine. I nod, a smile playing on my lips. "She truly is. Every day brings something new, and I love watching Zac with her. He's such a natural." ‘Makes me ovulate every time,’ Zeva sighs in my head. ‘To much information,’ I send back. However I have to admit that he is rather sexy when he gets all fatherly. Evangeline chuckles softly. "You both make it look so effortless." “So, your clock ticking?” I ask with a grin and tell her truthfully. “You and LZ would make amazing parents.” She sighs and giv
*Evangeline* The warmth of the kitchen area envelops me as I stir the pot, the comforting aroma of homemade stew filling the air. Outside the window, the moon casts a serene glow over the landscape, a stark contrast to the whirlwind of emotions swirling inside me. I glance towards the living room where Zac and Cynamon, both exhausted yet radiant, are utterly engrossed in their newborn daughter, Clementine. The sight tugs at my heartstrings, a bittersweet ache blooming within me. It is jealousy, but not the malicious kind, I am happy for them, truly, and so proud to be part of this… but I wonder if I will ever have this, if it is even possible. I watch as Cynamon cradles Clementine with a look of fierce love and protectiveness, and Zac, the proud father, looks on with awe. Their little family, a beacon of unity and hope, brings a smile to my face, yet deep inside, I secretly yearn for my own moment like this. A wistful thought crosses my mind… of having babies of my own one day. But
*Zac* The night is thick with anticipation as LZ and I step back into our home. Blue, ever oblivious, darts to a corner, content to curl up on the rug. The air is charged, and I hear Cynamon cry out in a way that tells me her contractions has started. Evangeline meets us with a look of calm determination. "Zac, LZ, thank goodness you're here. Cynamon's contractions are getting stronger, and fast." I nod, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. "How's she doing?" Evangeline leads us to the nest of blankets and pillows where Cynamon lies, her face showing a flash of pain, but her eyes are full of resolve. "She's strong, Zac. The baby's coming soon." LZ, clearly still trying to wrap his head around the Whole werewolf revelation, glances at me. "So, you're the dad to be, Zac. What now?" I take a deep breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "We just support her, LZ. Be here for her… I guess." Cynamon lets out a soft moan, gripping Evangeline's hand tightly. "Zac, LZ,
*Zayn* LZ and I amble through the crisp evening air, Blue bounding ahead like a furry tornado of excitement. My stomach twists into a pretzel of nerves. How in the world do you tell someone that their neighbor might be a werewolf without sounding like a nutcase? I glance at LZ, his easy grin clueless to the furry bombshell about to drop. "Hey, Ben," I start, my voice a tad too chirpy for what is coming. He turns to me, a puzzled look on his face. "What's up, Zayn? You look like you just found out squirrels are planning a world domination scheme." I take a deep breath, gearing up for the uphill battle. "You know how Cynamon is... a bit different from your average Joe, right?" LZ nods, a playful smirk dancing in his eyes. "Oh, Cynamon and her quirks. Is she about to confess she's been training squirrels for a circus act?" I bit back a laugh at the squirrel circus notion. "Not quite, Ben. It's more about her... unique nighttime activities." His eyebrows shoot up with a mix of curi