Vincent 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...