How Old Was Finn Wolfhard In It Novels & Stories

He appended. "How old were you then?" I asked. "I was fourteen when I got my dog, and it died a week before my fifteenth birthday." He explained. "You spend only a year together." With a frown on my lips, I stated. "It was a great year, Drew and I planned to take over the world." Finn grinned as he reminisced the good old days. "Drew? That was his name?" I questioned. "Yep." "I'm sorry you lose him." "It was for the best. I became a man afterward."

Carmen, Finn and Stevie were with Freya in her wolf form for a good five to ten minutes before we arrived on the scene. Now, I've been hunting with Finn since he was sixteen years old, and he may be a little slow intellectually, but when it comes to fighting, hell that boy can move. In all the years that I have known him, he has never been so much as scratched by a wolf, let alone bitten. So, seeing him sitting dazed on the woodland floor, cradling his torn-up and bloodied arm, I knew instantly that something wasn't right.

“First, by accepting that not every single wolf out there took your sister.” “What the hell…?” “Silas, those three rogues? Solaris is 27, Noah and Finn are 32. That would make them 8 and 13 when your sister got taken. Did an 8 year old and two 13 years olds take your sister?” I growled. “No.” “Then it wasn’t them, Silas. That’s the simple truth of the matter.”

She asked and I held up my palms. “It isn’t my fault Raef was a scaredy-cat. I just talked to him.” I answered her. “You showed him your wolf. That’s not just a talk, that is intimidating.” She accused me and I grinned, dropping my palms. “Tell me his name, sis. Let’s see if this one has balls.” I told her. She opened her mouth but she was cut off by the entrance of Finn. Finn was Holden’s little brother and he was also his assistant. He was also 21 and was a deputy general soldier.

I am one of them. I pushed the dream out of my head and stood up. Time to wake the others. I walked over to Finn first and kicked his boot. "Get up." He groaned and rolled over, pulling his arm off his face. Finn was nineteen, with brown hair that never stayed out of his eyes and a smart mouth that got us into trouble more times than I could count. He got kicked out of his pack for stealing from the alpha's son. Best thief I had ever met. "Five more minutes," he mumbled.

He was tall at around 6"3, built like a boxer, large and wide, his fist almost the size of my head. He was beautifully sculptured; it was just his 'I hate the world' attitude that sucked! "Listen here, wolfie! You don't scare me! So untwist your panties and answer my question!" I proclaimed with more confidence than I had. It took a few seconds of staring at each other, neither wanting to back down before a growl ripped from his throat and he hid his face from me again, the heavy set of his jaw telling me Finn was fighting his wolf. "Fine, you don't wanna talk to me, I will talk to you!" I snapped, shuffling closer so I could see his face or what little bits of it he wasn't hiding from me.

~Lindsey~ Now it’s Callie’s turn to be surprised. “You did what? But how? You don’t have a wolf!” I shrug. “Humans have mated wolves before. We just assumed it would be the same until I got my wolf. Jagger even thought it might help her come early.” “That’s insane. How old were you?” “16.” I look down. I can’t see the judgment in her eyes right now. “And he was 18?” She asks, raising her eyebrows.

“How many children do you have and what are their ages?” “I have three kids. Ella is four, Sammy is three and Brianna is one.” “How old are you, Laura?” Edmund stood up immediately. “Relevance?” I ignored him and asked Nora to continue. “I’m nineteen.” I knew it. “Nineteen which means you had Ella when you were fifteen, Sammy when you were sixteen and Brianna when you were eighteen. My Queen, correct me if I'm wrong but the age of consent is twenty-one.” People got their wolves and found their mates at eighteen but they could not be married until they were twenty one. So anything that happened between that time would be treated as dealing with a minor.

He kissed the top of my head. “Is everything okay?”. I muttered. “It will be”. He placed another kiss on the top of my head as his arms tightened slightly. “Are you good?”. “Sleepy”. “Go back to sleep babe we can talk in the morning”. “Who was the wolf?” I asked with a yawn escaping my mouth. “A kid”. “What?”. I pushed myself up and into a sitting position and switched the bedside lamp on. “No older than 12/13”. He ran a hand down his face. “No idea if we can save his leg”.

I had never met a more dramatic wolf as him. “Don’t you dare yell at me! Do you know how much I cried and prayed that you would accept her” he whimpered. “Now she is gone and we are back to this gloom” As usual, he was acting like the kid that he wasn’t. “Sometimes I forget you are an adult and want to have you kept in a day-care.“ “I am 19, an adult; you can't insult me like that!” “Then fucking act like it” I shot at him