Cinnia missed Denzel terribly. It wasn't even up to two days since he traveled to Paris but the ache in her chest was strong and hard to let go of. Denzel had told her that this was what the marking would feel like but she didn't expect it to be so powerful and irrepressible. "Cinnia? Cinnia! Are you even listening?" Sophie waved her hand in Cinnia's face till she blinked back to reality. "Where's your head at? You need to perfect this spell. Come on.""Huh? Oh, right. I'm listening," Cinnia said. She patted the side of her hair which was slicked back into a low bun and scratched her brow. "I'm here. I was just...""Thinking about your mate. Of course." Sophie nodded. She spread her arms over the lit candles around them and with a flick of her wrists, she quenched the flames. "I see he has marked you." Sophie gestured to the small, dark purple bruise by the side of Cinnia's neck. Cinnia ran her fingers across it, a tiny smile playing at her lips as she recalled Denzel's confession

So far, Cinnia had learned three spells and her favorite was the cloaking spell. She made sure to use it at every opportunity. Sometimes, she felt sorry for Mya and Maverick because they had to constantly search for her since she was carrying the future of their pack. It was exciting to sneak around unnoticed though there were times she had to hold her breath as many of the werewolves had very good hearing. Denzel was to return that evening and she could not wait to receive him. It was as if there was a gaping hole in her that needed to be filled. Pun intended. "Cinnia, for the love of the goddess, please stop using that damn spell!" Mya pleaded as she looked for Cinnia in all the rooms of the pack house. "Fine..." Cinnia sighed as she materialized from the wall of the hallway in the upper right wing. "Fuck!" Mya shrieked and clutched her chest at the sound of Cinnia's voice. "Jeez. Don't give yourself an aneurysm." Cinnia chuckled and patted Mya's shoulder. An action that elici

Riding and hiking were on Cinnia's bucket list but she wasn't exactly an outdoors girl and only added them to her list for the experience. As she explored the trails and woods—the ones that she hadn't seen already—that enclosed the Nightfall pack territory, she was quite thankful that she was with Denzel, else she would have turned and left at the beginning of their trek. Cinnia still didn't understand just how wealthy Denzel was as she was still befuddled at how he managed to procure horses that she was sure were purebred and very expensive, on such short notice... Or maybe he had this planned for a long time like Maverick said. The horse ride around the pack house and the smoother parts of the woods were simultaneously pleasant and uncomfortable. There were horses in the Fae forests, so she was a fairly good rider but this time, she remembered why she didn't like it all that much. However, what made it pleasant was when Denzel jumped down from his horse and led hers by the re

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."

"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