*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.
Zeva 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. “H
