Chapter 39 Finn Novels & Stories

I replied through the mind link as I reached the stairs. Finnley picked up speed and ran in front of me, he then rushed up the stairs like a leopard climbing a tree. I followed behind him, and once in the conference room, I closed the hatch. I went to pull the rug back over the hatch, but Finn grabbed it out of my hands and shouted, “I'll do it, you open that fucking door!”

MAYA My heart hammered against my ribs as I stood beside Kael at the northern border. Behind us, a dozen elite warriors maintained defensive positions, ready to attack at the slightest signal. The former Ferals, led by Kieran, had spread out through the surrounding forest, creating an invisible perimeter that no one could cross without being detected. Finn approached slowly; his hands raised to show he carried no weapons. He looked different than when I'd last seen him, thinner, with dark circles under his eyes. His expression was cold and calculating as he walked towards us with confidence.

Thomas kneeled on the grimy concrete, clutching the leader’s pant leg, babbling incoherently. “Just a few more days! I used to be a professional commentator. I know many bosses and racers… I can pay it back!” The debt leader looked down on him as if he were inspecting a piece of rotting garbage. “As a man who just got out of fifteen years in prison, do you think you get to negotiate?” He gestured behind him. The thugs swarmed, fists and clubs raining down, punctuated by the muffled cracks of breaking bones and blood-curdling screams.

Finn said and extended his hand for him to take. Zane scoffed. "Look, I agreed not to attack your pack and not to ask people to help me and do so, but I don't recall agreeing to be best friends with you. So take your stinky hands away, and as a matter of fact, I am out." "What happened between them?" I asked my husband while watching his retreating figure with Finn, whose hands were still hanging in the air. "Finn sold ammunition to his enemy pack to attack them while his father was sick; they killed many of his people and wounded his father."

“Or you’re very good at pretending.” “I can lift boxes,” I said. “And I don’t steal dust jackets.” Her mouth twitched. “Moira O’Rourke.” She jerked her thumb and a lanky man unfolded from the back like a rumor—tweed vest, kind eyes, smile that forgave bad jokes before he made them. “And this is Finn, who believes puns are a public service.” “Welcome to our paper church,” he said, leaning on the counter. “Interview question: dog-earing—sin or survival?” “War crime,” I said, deadpan.

I memorized each scale, each claw and tooth of the regal dragon before finally managing to turn away. Only when I had successfully caught my breath, did I make my way back down to the living room. "What you did, it is not normal for our kind." Finn shook his head, staring off into the flames that crackled and snapped in the fire place. The flames seemed to respond to his worry and unease. The tendrils of flame were thin and wispy, but whipped around in an anxious frenzy. Finn's fire-kissed eyebrows were pressed tightly together, and every so often his eyes would flicker over in my direction.

They yelled ignorantly at the two, “She’s Aaron’s bride! You’re not allowed to take her away!” Finn counted the number of people and smiled with a hint of sarcasm. “Do you think just the few of you can stop me?” Afterward, he said to Baby Zetty, “Hold tightly onto me.” Baby Zetty tightened her arms around him. Finn bravely and fearlessly stepped forward. He held onto Baby Zetty with both hands, but his legs were as fast as lightning and with infinite power. Every time his legs hit the opponent’s body, there was the sound of bone cracking.

I see Finn covered in a thick net. I’m Torn. To help Finn or find Morgan. ‘MATE’ Ruda growls at me. I head towards Finn. He is closer and if there is still a fight to be had – it would be better if he was in it. I could scent Morgan, and knew she was still here, right on the other side of that car that I glance at as I rush to aid Finn. The net is burning right through his beast fur and into its flesh, the smell horrendous.

"Skylar." "Wow Max, finally our president brought a partner too." Finn, Sergeant-at-Arms, the third-in-command, the most feared and answer only to my command, cut through the crowd with his muscular and large body. He bowed in front of Skylar. Well, he loved to act like that to lighten the mood. "I'm Finn, the butcher." “Skylar.” Skylar smiled awkwardly but then responded to Finn's high five. “Nice to meet you all.”

"Mom, I’ll be your legs now. I’ll always protect you." I thought we would finally live a peaceful life. However, that dream was shattered when a video started circulating online. In it, I was lying on a beach—shirtless, scarred, my large tail fin thrashing against the waves. When fishermen approached, I used the last of my strength to knock them into the sea. They splashed, coughing with swallowed seawater, and yelling for help. The next clip showed Seraphina locked in a metal cage, her red eyes burning with fury. She bit and struck at her captors. Two large men clutched their bleeding arms, shouting curses in panic.