Chapter 22Vincent pov
When Enya starts cooking, pretty much all the members of the pack go to their rooms. We don't like to stay up late- everyone has to get up early, so we have little to no time to rest. I sit at the kitchen island and listen to the melody she's humming. I'm sure she thinks I can't hear her, which makes this experience even more special. My eyes fall on her tiny frame, and I can't help but wonder how a woman like her can be on the Alliance s side. Sure, I know she has some fire in that small frame, but her role in their plan still doesn't make sense to me. As silly as it is to admit, I like her name; it definitely fits her better than the nickname I gave her. Of course, I won't give up that nickname anytime soon.
Her voice brings me back to reality. "Would you like som
