Hunger Games Finnick Odair Novels & Stories

No wonder Finn would rather live on the streets than stay there. He crawled toward me on his knees. "Mom… Have you seen my mom?" So, he didn't even recognize me. Since leaving Melvin and him behind, I'd dropped nearly 20 pounds and gotten my looks back. Neil gave me a quick look. "Who's the kid?" I shook my head. "No clue. Never seen him." Then, Finn seemed to recognize my voice. His face lit up with hope, only to fall apart in desperate sobs. "Mom, I was wrong… I'm so hungry. I want your honey-glazed pork chops… please take me home… Mom…"

He smelt like thyme and rosemary. The fire in the furnace was burning cheerfully. I rubbed my head against his fur and said, "I have a mate, Finn. He's Alpha Lucas of the White Walkers. I really miss him, but he hates me for being so weak and useless. I guess he just wants to kill me. That's why I run away with you. Finn, Alpha Lucas is a formidable man. Eventually, he will come and take me away from you. When you see him, please run away as fast as you can. I don't want him to hurt you. This is very important for me, Finn. I'd rather kill myself than see you getting hurt by him..."

"Help me! Finn! Anyone! Dior is harassing me!" Finn calmly walks down the stairs and then dries a fake tear away from his eye upon seeing us. "Ah, it's so lovely seeing young love so early in the morning!" "No, it's not young love!" Dior is tickling my sides, and I swear I just peed a little—so fucking humiliating! Yet I can't stop laughing. "Finn, help me! Dior is trying to murder me!" Finn ignores me by walking to the fridge, and Dior smirks at me, wiggling his eyebrows with a devilish glint in his eye. "Looks like your bodyguard has left your side, princess—whatever will you do?"