روايات وقصص ضمن How Old Was Finnick When He Won The Hunger Games

But Finn had a slighter build and his frame had not been hardened by experience like how dad had been. "The alpha says you must go along with whatever happens in the hall today..." he said. "Today is my 18th birthday, Finn," I said. "Today, I will be legal it?" I sighed. "But what am I going to do at the gathering. To their knowledge, i dont have a wolf. So what am i going to do there, Finn? What sick plan does Jake have planned for me?" He looked away. Refusing to meet my gaze again, and I knew something was wrong. I swiveled on my seat and repeated, "What is it?"

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.

Erin's POV “I wasn’t aware you smoked.” “I don’t,” Finn kept his eyes closed, plucking the cigarette from his lips, and stubbing it out on the bricks beneath him. “I used to not smoke on particularly hard days too when I was eighteen,” I moved to the lounger beside him, quietly mirroring his position. He let out a soft chuckle, “I can’t tell if you’re insulting my age right now.” Finn’s head slowly turned towards me, a hint of a smile on his lips.

“Goddess Jackson that’s such a smart plan, I can’t believe he fell for it all!” I smiled at her, “desperate men can be easily deceived, I’m sure he’s excited to find out if you’re who he thinks you are. But also with your memory gone I’m sure he thinks he has a chance to win you around and mate him without your memories meaning he has to force you!” Finn growled at that idea, “I know it’s all a lie but I hate the idea of that.” “I know Finn, me too but we are only playing on those feeling of his to get into the pack and take him down once and for all. So focus on that.”

I felt like my legs were about to give out. We ate as we were introduced to Finn’s sister, Ingrid. She was a beautiful Irish princess, only 17 years old. I could sense Torvi and her would grow close. Finn also had twin brothers who were only 10 years old. I was amazed learning how he had cared for them all over the last 3 years while his father was ill. “Not that I am anxious to leave…” I started drawing all the attention to myself. “When will we be going to this new pack?” I asked slightly nervous.

She needed him. He would rip apart any man that dares to touch her. He remembered from her file, that she was raped at the age of fourteen and that was when he lost it all. Fourteen? She was still a kid. He tried to find Finn, making him pay for what he made his Dolcezza go through but his men informed him that he died a couple of years ago in prison.

she sighed. "And… um... so that you know. I wasn't going to be a priestess. My father intended to marry me off to either the son of one of his friends or possibly one of his eligible friends when I turn 17. But that, of course, changed when the names were drawn for the tributes. Every noble-born between the ages of 15 and 17 was in that drawing. My name just happened to be drawn. And my father's plans to use me to gain more wealth and political power is gone." she shrugged.

"This is Lady Elsie. Daughter of Alpha Garrath and Luna Nyra of the Midnight Pack." Finnick's gaze shifted to Elsie, and she felt the weight of his assessment. He was not handsome. Not anymore. The scars had seen to that. But there was something in his eyes, a quiet strength, a deep sadness, that made her trust him. He had suffered. He understood suffering. "You are the one who needs a champion," Finnick said. Elsie lifted her chin, meeting his gaze. "Yes," she said, her voice steady despite her fear. "I am."

He could remember how Niam complained about back pain the last time they indulged too much. Finn didn't want his lovers to be in pain. Lucian's brows moved slightly. "How old are you?" His fingers tensed as he asked the question. Even his face lost a bit of color. "I'm 21," Finn replied. "In a few months, I'll have my 21st birthday." He explained. Lucian finally breathed in relief. His eyes lowered, taking in the love bites on Finn's exposed chest, and he slowly raised his eyes to look at his face. "Then, stay here as my..." He paused.

Cara growled in my head, irate that someone dared to touch our mate. “Calm down, girl. Making a scene will only make us look insecure and give them exactly what they want.” I urged her to relax. Just then I felt a new presence next to me. “I make it a point not to pursue mated females, but I’m not above helping one make her mate jealous.” Finnick’s sultry voice spoke in my ear as his arm slid around my waist. “What?” I looked up at him questioningly. “I saw you watching him with all those women. Criminal if you ask me. Especially with a mate as beautiful as you.” I blushed at his compliment. “Let’s give him a taste of his own medicine. Walk with me.”