*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 frisbee. She is laughing, and for some reason it makes my inside clench up. “Okay ! so nothing to do with her ... Nick’s girlfriend I mean, the one you have your eyes on constantly”.
“I haven’t ... fuck ... it’s nothing. She is with Nick ... so”. I sigh and hang my head. I hadn’t known I was being that obvious.
“But you ... what ? You are attracted to her ?” JR is looking at me curiously. He is always too good at reading me ... but this is hard to explain.
I rub a hand over my face. “I don’t know what to say. I ... when I first saw her, it was like everything changed,but in a good way ... like it just ... popped into place. Does it make any sense ?”
“It makes every kind of sense Zac”. JR says softly. “So how seriously do you think Nick is about her ?”
“Well ...”. I shrug slightly. “I think he likes her, but they haven’t ... she didn't want to share his room ... so ...”.
LZ nods. “He told me he likes her, but that he doesn’t see it becoming serious. I think it’s just kind of a fling to him”.
JR looks thoughtful for a moment. “Okay... so here is what we do. LZ will get Nick away ... keep him occupied for a bit ... and you go talk to her and see if you feel the same when getting to know her and how she responds to you”.
“You guys would do that ... but what about Nick ? I mean he met her first”. I feel nervous and elated, but also kinda bad.
“Nick will survive, as LZ says, it’s not like he plans to marry her. I believe deeply in love ... and I see how you look at her. I think there might be something really special here”. JR says grinning.
I get up. “Okay ... let's do this then. I mean just to see if ... if there is something here”.
*Cynamon*
“Is it okay if I borrow Nick for a bit ? JR can keep you entertained”. LZ says with a big smile, already guiding Nick away with a hand on his shoulder.
I am not that happy about being left, but I also don’t want to be clingy or problematic. Nick looks at me. “Is it okay honey ? I will be back as soon as possible ... you can trust JR”.
‘They are up to something’. Zyca warns me. Not that she has to, but what can I do ?
“It’s fine Nick, I can manage”. I give him a confident smile. I mean I am used to managing on my own, so I can do this. I mean what could happen ?
As soon as Nick and LZ are gone JR smiles at me. “So are you enjoying yourself ma’am ?”
“I am ... this place is amazing”. I smile at him. “But please call me Cynamon or CJ, there is no need to be so formal”.
“Sure ... CJ. Oh hi Zac”. JR smiles at Zac who walks over, my heart instantly starts to beat weirdly and Zyca is making a weird sound that I am not even sure what it means.
Zac sends me one of those glorious smiles. “Hi again darling ... Uh, your beautiful wife is looking for you JR”.
“Oh she does”. He gives Zac a small nod, then looks at me. “Excuse me, I better go see what she needs ... you will be safe with Zac”.
Part of me wants to tell him not to leave me alone with Zac ... not that I have anything against him of course. It’s just that he makes my heart, body and wolf act all weird ... and it confuses me. But I just nod. “Sure ... no problem”.
“So what would you like to do ?” Zac is looking at me, fiddling with his hands and kinda shifting his weight back and forth on his feet, like he can’t stand still.
“Uhm ... I don’t know. There is so much to do here”. I look around.
He bites his lip, looking thoughtful. “I can show you how to shoot the rifle, have you ever tried ?”
“No never, is that safe ? I mean, I am not really used to weapons”. The idea makes me nervous, but honestly I think it could be kinda fun to try. I am probably not actually allowed to handle weapons, but who is going to know.
“I promise you ... you will be perfectly safe”. He gives me a soft grin. “And so will everyone else”.
I breathe in slowly. “Okay then. Sure, show me”.
“This way darling ... you are in safe hands”. He walks over to where the rifle is placed, pulling a key from his pockets and opening a secured box that turns out to contain the ammo.
“Oh safety first I see”. I like that he has thought about that, with the gun laying around and such.
‘A good trait in a mate’. Zyca says as she stretches. I ignore her.
He nods as he expertly loads the rifle. “Well we have kids here, so I am definitely not taking any chances ... come over here darling”.
I watch as he lays down where I saw him the first time, and then he pads beside him, making me mumble. “Okay ... laying down. I can do that”.
So I manage to lay down, making sure my skirt doesn't slip up. Luckily there is no wind really, I don’t really want to show off my panties.
Zac starts showing me the different parts and explaining everything. He is actually really good at being like educational, without making me feel dumb. He shows me a shot, hitting the target farthest away of course ... but to be honest my focus is very much on his flexed bicep rubbing against my arm.
‘The build of an alpha’. It sounds from my annoying wolf. Again I ignore her.
“Okay now you try”. He hands me the rifle and I feel my hands shake slightly as I take it.
I try to place it right. “Uhm you are a great teacher Zac ... but I am not sure that I can do this”.
“Okay, let me help ... is it alright for me to touch you ?” He asks softly. “Just to show you the right grip”.
“Yeah ... it’s okay”. I nod. Honestly I love that he asks me first, not many men do and to me especially it means the world.
He moves closer ... like much closer and I fear my heart will stop when he slips an arm over me. I mean he is literally like laying halfway on top of me and Zyca is mewling like a cat in heat. His arms follow mine. “Okay like this”.
To say it is hard to focus would be the understatement of a century, even though he holds his weight mostly off me, his upper body is basically on top of mine, his breathing on my ear. “Like this ?”
“Yeah, I like that … I mean, yeah, like that ... let's go for the closest one first”. He says softly, almost resting his cheek against mine. “Breathe ... look at the target ... be prepared for a small backlash ... absorb it with your shoulder, don’t fight it”.
“Okay, I’ll trust you”. I breathe in, starting to push down the trigger.
Zac’s breath is warm and tingling when he whispers. “A little to the right darling ... and don’t hesitate. Now push it down smoothly”.
“Okay ... right ... smooth”. I move slightly and push down the trigger. Damn the backlash was harder than expected or maybe I was tense. But then I realize something. “I did it ... I hit it”.
“You did darling ... you have a talent for this”. His voice is still right in my ear.
Someone clears their throat and Nick’s voice sounds above me. “So I am gone for fifteen minutes and you are on top of my girlfriend ? Someone wants to explain this to me ?”
*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.
*Cynamon* “Excuse me ?” I know it might seem a weird response.. but this is not how I envisioned getting proposed to ... and there is just too much happening. “No, we shouldn’t”. “We ... we shouldn’t ? But why not ?” I hear him swallow. ‘Cy, that wasn’t nice’. Zyca’s voice sounds. ‘Look at his face’. I breathe in slowly. I mean I don't want to hurt him. “Firstly ... that is not how to propose Zac. Secondly, this is so new and so much has happened l.. I need to digest all that before making more big decisions. And thirdly, we are not even officially dating, we are not public and we haven’t even ... shared our feelings, so marriage seems ... a very big jump”. “The third one I can easily change”. He looks at me. “Well to me we are dating, but if you want to put it into words; I think we should be exclusive and well ... I adore you ... I worship you ... I love you ... and about being public, no problem, we can do that”. “No”. It slips out before I have time to think. ‘Seriously wo
*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