*Cynamon* “Why are there so many decisions to make ... I mean it’s just a small intimate wedding”. I sigh as me and Evie walk out on the back porch after spending two hours with the wedding planner. “Well, weddings are like … super complicated, but hey at least you are not one of those bridezillas ... and Zac actually seems to want to be involved, even though I am not really sure how much you should let him decide, I mean his colour scheme was ... no ... definitely no”. Evie laughs. I giggle. “I love Zac dearly, but that colour ... awesome ... It's pretty but not for a wedding, too bright. I prefer more muted colours”. ‘It would so clash with my fur’. Zyka moans. “I didn’t even know there was a colour called awesome, I mean that is kinda awesome but ...”. She goes quiet and her eyes blow wide. “Oh hello handsome ... who is that ?” “Who ?” I look up to see Nick and LZ walking over the grass, they are both laughing at something. “Uhm you mean Nick, he is Zac’s friend ... canadian,
*Zac* “Hi darling ...”. I stop in my tracks seeing LZ and Evie sitting close together looking at his laptop. I lean in kissing Cynamon on the cheek and letting my hand cup the baby bulge. “Soo what’s happening with those two ?” She smile softly, placing her hand on top of mine before whispering back. “Young love in progress ... she saw him and ... according to her he is the most handsome and amazing man she ever saw”. “Aww ... that’s sweet. I mean LZ totally deserves it. I would probably just have thought Nick was more her type”. To be honest they do make a cute couple and LZ is smiling even wider than usual. “She told me she likes smaller guys ... apparently they are easier to cuddle”. She whispers softly. “Look at them, so cute together”. I wind my arms around her, pulling her as close as her belly allows. “Well I happen to think I cuddle pretty well, despite my size”. “Oh you do Zac ... you give the best cuddles”. She leans up to kiss right under my ear. “And me personally,
*Evangeline* I look at myself in the mirror ... jeans and a striped button down shirt, not very fairy like but LZ had sent me a text saying I should wear something casual that would work for inside and outside, and as it’s a pretty warm spring day, so this seems like a good choice. Also I am not about to tell him my secret, not yet. I have made the mistake of telling a guy to fast one time. He called the government, wanting money to deliver me for experiments, Luckily for me they thought him insane and locked him up. My doorbell ring and I go to open, finding a smiling LZ wearing jeans, sneakers and a nice hoodie ... just as I expected. “Hi LZ, you could just have ... like honked, I would have come out”. “No way ... I am not delivering a pizza, I am picking up a beautiful woman”. He leans in to ghost his lips softly against mine. “So ready for a fun and interesting afternoon ?” “I am and you are just the sweetest”. I can’t help smiling, sweet, handsome, smart and a true gentlema
*Evangeline* “This… the allergies I mean, it has to be rather problematic when you travel and such… how do you manage ?” I look at LZ as he slips a piece of sushi into his mouth with the chopsticks. “Also… I thought you were a vegetarian ?” He looks thoughtful as he chews, it makes his forehead crinkle up in the cutest way… we are, as you probably have guessed, having sushi for dinner, after having visited the local toy museum and a very interesting photo and video exhibit. He swallows the bite. “Well, I actually made a video about it… travelling with allergies and how to best handle it… I always make sure to bring some energy bars and to have a list with the most important words in the local language. But no matter what it’s always a bit stressful… and well not fully vegetarian, I do eat a bit of fish sometimes”. “Yeah I can imagine… I mean I feel all nervous eating with you. Is it bad… I mean what happens ?” I imagine it would be good for me to know in case it happens. “What s
*Evangeline* I wake slowly to wet and warm kisses being fluttered on my stomach, making me remember last night. After a short nap, we had made love again, and then we had taken a shower together, LZ insisting on washing my hair, which he was actually really good at... then we had a snack in the kitchen and went to bed, falling asleep all entangled in each other and relaxed. "Are you awake, sweetheart?" LZ mumbles softly against my skin. "Hmm, almost." I let the words out on a content sigh. He flutters more kisses on my stomach, going slowly lower. "Would it be okay if I have a little morning snack?" "A morning sna...". I let out a gasp as his warm mouth finds my rapidly heating core. "Ohh, okay." One hand comes up, taking my hands and placing them in his hair with a small chuckle that has my body instantly turn up the heat. Oh, my man is kinky... and I love it... I run my hand into those amazing soft curls, hearing the small growl that comes from him and feeling how he ups his
*Cynamon* The warm, sweet aroma of vanilla and chocolate fills the kitchen as I stand at the counter, my apron tied snugly around my waist, flour dusting my fingertips. I hum softly to myself, the rhythm of my mixing spoon creating a melody that dances through the air. I’m baking cupcakes as I promised Evangeline, a delightful burst of color and flavor that feels like a small celebration for our little family. With each stir, I can almost imagine the smiles on the faces of those who will devour them. I have of course made sure that they are safe for LZ. Just as I pour the batter into the cupcake liners, I hear the familiar creak of the door. “Hey, sweet cheeks!” Zac’s voice is a warm embrace, instantly brightening the room and my mood as always. I glance over my shoulder and find him leaning against the frame, his dark hair tousled and those deep hazel eyes sparkling with mischief. “Don’t you dare!” I warn playfully, catching his hand just as he reaches for the bowl, his finger
*Cynamon* I stand at the kitchen counter, the scent of vanilla and chocolate wafting through the air, as I finish up the cupcakes. The soft glow of the setting sun filters through the large windows of our home, casting a warm hue over everything. I’m just putting the finishing touches on a batch of my signature cupcakes… lavender-infused with a hint of lemon zest… when Zac walks in again, his presence instantly igniting a flutter of excitement in my chest. “Those smell incredible, babe,” he says, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His eyes twinkle with that charming mischief I adore. “Thanks! Just wait until you taste them,” I reply, trying to keep my voice steady while my heart races. I can’t help but sneak a glance at him. He is wearing that soft, faded T-shirt that hugs his muscles perfectly, and I feel a familiar tug of affection. I hear a low growl in my mind, a playful voice that is both mine and not mine. 'He is looking at you like you’re his next meal,' Zyca tea
*Cynamon* The sprawling fields around the house unfurl like a golden sea, waves of tall grass dancing in the warm Texas breeze. As I walk, Blue trots ahead, his joyful barks breaking the tranquil silence that envelops us. The sun hangs low in the sky, casting a gentle light that feels almost magical. I take a deep breath, savoring the crisp, earthy scent of the outdoors, and glance down at my belly, round and full with the life growing inside me. I can’t wait to become a mother, and even more I can’t wait to make Zac a father. ‘Isn’t it beautiful out here?’ I think to Zyca who stirs with a gentle hum of agreement, I know she is looking forward to our baby’s arrival too. ‘Yes, it’s perfect. Just us and the open sky,‘ she replies, her voice a soothing balm amidst the whirlwind of my thoughts. ‘Even though I miss Zac.’ I can almost forget the weight of my pregnancy for a moment, the way it pulls at my center, and my lower back has started hurting especially in the evening, remin
*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