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*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
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*Cynamon* As the familiar voice slices through the tension, I turn, my heart racing, half in relief and half in disbelief. Cukier stands there, looking as rugged and wild as the Texas landscape itself. His blonde, almost white, hair hair tousles in the wind, a hint of mischief in his smile that feels both familiar and foreign after all this time. “Cynamon,” he says, stepping closer, his voice a blend of warmth and urgency. Zyka lets out a weird sound in my head, ‘It is Cukier… and Zalder.’ Zalder is Cukier’s wolf. Before I can respond any of them, he wraps me in a tight embrace, the kind that feels both protective and reassuring. I melt into him, breathing in the scent of home mixed with a hint of adventure. “I can’t believe it’s you!” I exclaim, pulling back to look into his eyes. “How did you find me?” Cukier’s expression shifts, a shadow crossing his face. “It wasn’t easy,” he admits, his tone serious now. “But I need to warn you.” My heart skips a beat, concern flooding my
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*Zac* As I approach the house, the familiar sound of her voice drifts through the air, weaving its way around me like a warm embrace. I can’t help but smile, my heart swelling with fondness for Cynamon. I assume either Nick came over, or maybe LZ and Evangeline. Reaching the door, I pause briefly to take a deep breath, savoring the moment. Cynamon has transformed this house into a home, and I can’t wait to hear about her day. I reach for the doorknob, twisting it slowly as I push the door open. “Cynamon, I’m back!” I call out, my voice echoing through the cozy living room. But the voices stops abruptly, replaced by a sudden tension that hangs in the air. My eyes scan the room, landing on Cynamon and a tall figure leaning against the doorframe. My heart skips a beat as I take in the stranger’s rugged appearance: his tousled blonde hair, sharp jawline, and the way he carries himself with an air of confidence. “Hi… Who’s this guy?” I ask, the words slipping out before I can think,
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*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
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*Cynamon* I am sure this is where my life ends but suddenly, a piercing alarm shatters the tense silence of the room. The doctor's head snaps towards the sound, a mix of irritation and urgency crossing his features. He rushes to the intercom, pressing the button and speaking into it, but the blaring alarm drowns out his words. I strain to catch any hint of what's happening, but it's useless.He returns to me, a cruel smirk twisting his lips. "It seems your human mate has made an appearance," he says, the syringe still in his hand. Then he mutters, mostly to himself. “What an idiot.” I trash against the restraint, “Zac is here, at the compound?” "If that’s his name, yes and you should be happy. You'll see him again soon, in the afterworld… or wherever freaks like you go,” he says. Panic surges through me, a tidal wave of fear and desperation. They can't hurt Zac. Not him. Not my mate. Clementine will need her father. Inside me, Zyka stirs, her presence growing stronger, fueled by
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*Evangeline* The pain in my wing is sharp, a constant reminder of the bullet that tore through it. I grit my teeth, focusing on the road ahead while my magic works to heal the wound. It's more severe than I let on, but I can't show weakness now, Zac needs me to be strong. I know the magic will mend it in time, but for now, every movement sends a jolt of pain through me. Zac's voice breaks through my thoughts, a mix of concern and urgency. "You don't have to come with me, Evangeline. I know it's dangerous, but I... I can't wait any longer. But if you stay behind, I'll understand." I glance at him, seeing the fear and determination in his eyes. He's worried about dragging me further into this mess, but he doesn't realize that I'm already in too deep. "I'm coming with you, Zac. We're in this together," I say firmly, gripping the steering wheel tighter. The thought of what might happen at the compound sends a shiver down my spine, but the risk is worth it if it means saving Cynamon
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*Zac* The air crackles with the sound of gunfire. I see Evangeline's face, I am not sure I have ever seen anyone look that furious, but her eyes are full of determination, as she throws that paperweight. Then, it feels like the world is a blur. One second, I'm staring down the barrels of several very scary-looking guns; the next, I'm falling. Falling really fast to a certain dead. The wind screams past my ears, a deafening roar that drowns out the shouts and the still-echoing gunfire. As the ground rushes up to meet me, I close my eyes, hoping for a miracle. Suddenly it is like time slows, or actually I slow. My eyes springs open and Evangeline is there, holding me, her face pale, but her eyes blazing with relief. Those goddamn fairy wings are unfurled, shimmering like iridescent stained glass in the twilight. She looks strained, almost burdened by something heavy. Me. Her breathing is slightly laboured. She lets out a groan, and I feel like apologising for my size,
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*Evangeline* The polished floor gleams under the harsh fluorescent lights of the corridor. My hand, still clasped tightly in Zac's, feels clammy. Each step echoes, amplifying the tension that coils in my gut. This place… it reeks of sterile efficiency, a thin veneer masking something far more sinister. Zac’s words about horrors still hang in the air, a chilling echo in the silent, imposing hallway. We're led into a vast, minimalist office. Braxton Hayes, the CEO, sits behind a massive desk, his face a mask of controlled composure. He looks like a hawk, sharp and predatory, his eyes scrutinizing us. “State your business,” his voice is smooth, devoid of any warmth. It's the voice of a man accustomed to power, accustomed to getting what he wants. Zac steps forward, his jaw tight. “We know about the werewolves.” The CEO raises an eyebrow, a barely perceptible movement. “I assure you, you have the wrong end of the stick.” His voice is laced with a disarming calm, a deliberate
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*Nick* A week. A week of dead ends, each one a fresh stab of despair. Then, a crumpled napkin, discarded near an overflowing ashtray in a dimly lit bar… a name scribbled on the back: Miles Kendrick. Low-level security, gambling debts visible in the tremor of his hand, and a weakness for expensive bourbon. Cukier’s eyes, usually hidden behind a screen of nervous energy, gleam with predatory amusement. “Our key,” he murmurs, the words a low purr. “A little… persuasion, and Kendrick will be more than happy to unlock the President’s private suite. For a price, of course.” The Grand Hyatt looms, a steel and glass monolith against the bruised twilight sky. Inside, the air hangs thick with the scent of polished marble and expensive perfume, a stark contrast to the stale beer smell clinging to Kendrick. Cukier, a chameleon in a perfectly tailored suit, moves with a practiced grace that borders on supernatural. He isn’t just walking; he is gliding, his presence subtly erasing itself from t
