Disclaimer: I have never been to New Orleans so I might have added some fictional locations there since I was too lazy for an extensive research. Sorry about that but it is in my travel plans... When I grow up. Bye!
As Cinnia and Conall hid in the shadows of the hills surrounding the lone, ghoulish warehouse, the hairs on Cinnia's arm rose while her skin prickled. Her heart thumped loudly in her chest and she squeezed the gun tighter in her hands. "Breathe, Cinnia," Conall soothed as he laid his hand over her trembling ones. "What if something goes wrong? What if—" Cinnia's breathing sped up as a kaleidoscope of thoughts filtered through her mind. Conall gripped her chin and forced her to face him. "Nothing is going to happen. Look closely." He pointed to the distance where Cinnia could just make out the silhouettes of several people flanking the warehouse. "They are prepared. They'll transform soon and this will be over before you can blink. I believe they'll hold off on Elijah for a while, so you can go in." Cinnia breathed out slowly and nodded. "Okay." Just then, a very recognizable voice rang through her head. "For the love of everything good, Princess, please go back to West Volken."
"Be brave, be brave," Cinnia encouraged herself internally. When the wolf growled once again, she took one inconspicuous step back and was able to push her hand into her boots to grasp the hilt of the daggers. She braced her thumbs against the sheaths so that whenever she pulled, the blades would come free. The wolf struck. It leaped, causing Cinnia to yelp and pull out the daggers in one quick tug. She squeezed her eyes shut, spun, and slashed, only satisfied when she heard the blade connect with flesh and sinew. Soft whimpers emanated from the dark-brown wolf as it writhed on the ground. The blade had cut across its neck. It wasn't deep but it made contact with his blood and the torment to follow was inevitable. With a vengeful cry, Cinnia threw herself on top of the wolf and stabbed into its heart repeatedly till its pained whimpers died down and it transitioned back to its human form. Her chest rose and fell with short, gasping breaths as she stood from the youthful body of
"Fuck!" Cinnia swore. Elijah had seen her and so had Denzel. There was a loud bang and a crash that shook her to her core. Despite the anger and resentment she harbored for Denzel, she still prayed in her heart that he was alright and that the jolting sounds she had heard were nothing. She lashed out at the invisible hand that gripped her wrist tightly to the point where she lost all sensation to her fingers. Panic hurtled through her entire being before settling in her chest and squeezing her heart painfully till she almost dropped to the ground. It wasn't that she was being held against her wishes in the darkness where she could not even make out the outline of her hands without squinting that made her shrink from fear, rather it was scarier that she couldn't see who it was that had her in their grasp. Cinnia dug the heels of her boots into the ground but her kidnapper or assailant continued to drag her away from the warehouse. Finally, they reached the hill where she and Conal
Cinnia counted the forty-eighth tile on the ceiling of her hotel room as she lay flat on the bed while drumming her fingers against her pregnant belly. The moment she arrived at the hotel, she thought she would break down in hysterics. However, her feet moved with a mind of their own and in minutes, she was on the bed, unable to do anything but hyper-fixate on the ceiling. Cinnia glanced at the clock that ticked the seconds away. She squinted a bit to see but for the life of her, couldn't fathom how long it had been since the truth slapped her in the face. She blew out a breath, turned to the side, and closed her eyes to shut out everything. She neither wanted to think nor feel any of what she was sure she would if she made the mistake of opening up her mind and heart. Cinnia had one goal now. Only one. And that was to make sure that Jerome Montgomery was six feet beneath the ground by the next full moon which was to come in about two weeks. Her fingers formed into a fist which sh
Being kidnapped and locked in a dingy room is not exactly the best way to appreciate a town or a city. Hell, to properly have a good view of a place, one has to be unbound and free to move about from one attraction to the next. Now, Cinnia was free as a bird. Without the threat of an induced abortion and subsequent death in the event of disobedience, or the proclamation that she was more of a bargaining tool than a living, breathing, human being, Cinnia was able to breathe easier in the car with Sophie as they drove past a sign welcoming them to the picturesque town of Darah Haven. Before she focused on gazing at the beautiful and calming environment that they sped past, there was a question that had nagged at the back of her mind throughout their short flight from New Orleans to West Volken and she had to ask or risk it poking at her till madness set in. "They had a witch, didn't they? The blood demons?" The question broke Sophie out of her roaming thoughts. There was conf
"How many witches live here?" Cinnia asked as she and Sophie walked down the driveway and toward the enormous property with their luggage. "Not many. Here's more like a gathering location for our spells, rituals, and other stuff. This is our ancestral ground where our magic is the strongest. I'm sure you can feel it," Sophie said. Cinnia clenched her fist and took a deep breath. Her pulse thrummed beneath her skin. There was a roaring in her ears as blood pounded and rushed through her veins. The skin on her palms tingled and the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rose to points. The power she felt was stronger and more potent than she had ever imagined it could be. It draped around her like a safety blanket filling her till she feared she would burst. "Hey, calm down. Don't take it all in at once," Sophie placed her hand on Cinnia's shoulder and let it remain there till Cinnia loosened her fists and relaxed. "Wow, that was..." Cinnia was at a loss for words. "Overw
"Where the fuck is Cinnia? Where is my mate?!" Denzel was on a rampage upon returning from New Orleans with no sign of Cinnia or Sophie. Neither of them had been seen around the pack house ever since they left for the mission. "Calm down, brother. Cinnia trusts the witch for whatever reason. I'm sure they must have gone somewhere and will return soon," Maverick said in a bid to calm Denzel. "I have left her a dozen messages and voice mails. They have been delivered but there is nothing from her. I swear upon the goddess if something has happened..." Denzel picked at his fingers in a rage. "She's fine. I am certain of that. There has to be a reasonable explanation for their combined absence, okay? In this state, you won't even be able to access her through your bond. Relax, Alpha," Mya pitched in. "The bond. Yes. Thank you, Mya." Denzel snapped his fingers and rushed off to the solarium on the south side of the pack house—one of the only places except for his room where Denzel c
Cinnia wasn't sure how long she was out of it until she felt a splash of water hit her face. When she was finally able to open her eyes, the sky was blanketed in the cover of evening and as she turned her head to the side, she saw Sophie's worried face staring at her. "Oh. Thank the ancestors. If you hadn't come to, I would have had to start using magic on you. What happened?" Sophie questioned as she helped Cinnia get back on her feet. "Huh?" Cinnia grabbed onto Sophie's shoulder to steady herself. She laid a hand on her belly, then frantically patted around. Sophie placed her hand over Cinna's, stopping her movements. "She's fine. First thing I checked." "Are you sure?" Cinnia bit her lip as she rested her head which felt like it weighed a ton, on Sophie. "One hundred percent. Trust me." Cinnia nodded. "Of course I do. It seems you're the only one I can trust these days." Sophie grimaced at her words and turned her face away so Cinnia wouldn't see. "Come on, let's go. You have