*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 a baker and she brought cupcakes for the party”.
His girlfriend ... of course she is ... damn it, focus Zac. “Oh sure, yeah I remember ... your girlfriend ... you told me about your girlfriend”.
She steps forward and holds out her slim hand, smiling at me. “A real pleasure meeting you Zac ... it’s a very nice place you have here”.
“The pleasure is all mine ... all mine Cynamon ... that’s a peculiar name, it’s pretty though ... very pretty”. I take her hand, how is it possible to have a smile that pretty ?
“It’s polish ... and it does actually mean cinnamon ... my dad was a bit of a ... weirdo”. She says with the most adorable little giggle that sparks butterflies in my stomach. “But just call me CJ ... most people do”.
I take her hand, feeling warmth spread up my arm as I bend my head to kiss it, letting my lips linger for a moment. “CJ then, if that is what you prefer ... but darling you have to stay ... you simply have to stay for the celebration, right Nick”.
I look up to see Nick giving me this weird look, then he nods slowly. “Yeah sure ... you should stay honey, if you want to of course”.
“Uh ... sure ... I’d love to stay”. She bites her lip in the most distracting way, her eyes meeting mine. “If ... Nick wants me to stay, I mean”.
“Well ... not really up to me, it’s Zac’s place”. Nick mumbles, making me look at him. I mean it kinda sounds like he wants her to leave. He sighs. “Of course I want you to stay ... that would be swell”.
I realise that I am still holding her hand and quickly let it go. “Well it’s settled then. Now let me see those famous cupcakes Nick has been telling so much about”.
“Sure ... we put them in the kitchen”. She is smiling at me, her cheeks decorated with blooms of pink, and her hands are fiddling in a nervous way.
Nick quickly grabs her hand ... like he is scared that I might do it if he doesn’t. “Come on, we’ll show you”.
*Cynamon*
We walk inside, Nick clutching my hand hard, like he is scared I am about to run away. I wonder if it was a good idea to agree to stay. There is something happening, something I am not sure should happen.
It is Zac, he makes me feel ... nervous ... weird ... elated ... scared in some happy way ... oh that makes no sense ... nothing makes sense in my head right now.
‘Yes it does’. Zyca tells me. ‘You know it makes every kind of sense’.
“So this is...”. I pull my hand from Nick’s grasp. “... the cupcakes. I hope they are what you wanted”.
I open the box closest to me, and Zac kind of leans in, his warm breath fanning over my face, it smells faintly like ... not sure what it is ... something fresh and sweet. And the sensation makes my knees feel weak, my hands grabbing the counter.
“These look absolutely stunning ... but I should probably taste one to be sure”. He gives me a cheeky grin and picks one up, biting into it slowly. Then he closes his eyes, chewing, making this small humming sound in his throat.
I have a feeling my mouth kinda just popped open, as heat spreads through my body and little tinkles emerge in weird places … wow … no, no, no … what is happening to me ?
“This is ... absolutely divine”. Zac says with a theatrical sigh and licks his fingers. “Good you know how to seduce a man ...”. He bite his lip. “I mean ... Nick is a lucky guy that's for sure”.
“Hmm lucky indeed”. Nick shakes his head slowly. “If you are done getting a hard on from my girlfriend's cupcakes Maybe you can tell me where she's going to stay ? Isn’t all the tents ... taken ?”
Zac suddenly looks thoughtful. “Uhm ... not to sound all ... I kinda expected she would stay with you”.
I feel myself blush badly, hearing how my voice is shaking a bit. “Oh ... it’s not a problem really ... I don’t need to stay ... I can go back tonight”.
“No ... we will find something”. Zac looks around. “You know what ? You can have my room. I’ll bunk with Nick ... or take the couch”.
“I can take the couch. I don’t want to take your bed from you”. I don’t know what else to say, it all feels so very weird. I mean what is Zac thinking about me not wanting to stay with Nick ? Is it weird for an adult ? Well I'm weird, what can I say ?
And Zyca is filling my head with images and words I do not want to hear.
Zac takes my hand, his eyes locking with me. “Don’t even worry about it darling ... I am happy to let you have it”.
“Okay then ... thanks”. I give him a small smile. “Uhm, could I use the bathroom ?”
“Sure ... it’s the third door on the right, down the hall”. Zac says, giving my hand a small squeeze before letting it go.
*Zac*
I can’t help watching her leave the room. She is wearing a cute white top and a pretty yellow skirt with little flowers, making her look pretty and summery.
Nick slaps my arm rather hard and I turn my head looking at him. “Ouch ... what ?”
“What ?” He makes a motion with his hand towards the hallway. “Could you maybe be just slightly less obvious when flirting with my girlfriend in front of me ?”
“I wasn’t ... I didn’t mean too ... shit”. I rub a hand over my face. “I am so sorry Nick. I don’t know what the hell is wrong with me ... I’ll stop .. I promise, no more ... flirting”.
He looks at me in this weird way again. “Okay then ... I know you meant no harm. It just started getting ... a bit awkward”.
“Can I ask you something ? A bit personal ?” I don’t even know why I am asking, but curiosity is getting the best of me.
“What is it Zac ?” He glances towards the hallway, probably making sure she isn’t coming back.
I breathe in slowly. I mean it is none of my business, and Nick might be offended that I ask. “So ... her not staying with you, in your room ... does that mean ...”.
“Yeah Zac ... it means exactly what you are thinking ... okay ?” He looks slightly annoyed. “Sorry ... it’s just. Well I like her ... and it’s not that I wouldn't … Well, I would like to go further, but she is clearly holding back so ... I don’t want to pressure her”.
“Oh great”. I clamp a hand over my mouth when I realise what I just said. “I mean ... it’s great that you respect her boundaries and ...”.
Cynamon comes back and Nick takes her hand, walking towards the door. “I think I understand perfectly what you meant Zac ... come on honey, let's go find something fun to do”.
“See you guys later”. I call out ... feeling like a total idiot.
*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’.
*Cynamon*“So miss Jankowski, you say your period started this morning, but the pregnancy test is very much positive ... right ?” The doctor is looking at me.I nod. “Well I started bleeding ... not very much so far though, but it never is on the first day”.“Let’s see what the bloodwork is saying about your hCG levels ... the nurse should have them done soon. Do you have reason to believe that you could be pregnant ?” The doctor pushes his glasses back on his nose.
*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