Chapter 15
“Even in the darkest moments in life, if you look hard enough, you can find the light or you can be the light.” ~ Finn
The night was quiet, the kind of stillness that pressed against the senses and made every sound feel sharper, louder. Finn lay in bed, staring at the wooden beams of the ceiling above him, his mind swirling with fragmented dreams that refused to settle. Lizzy was curled beside him, her breathing soft and even, her warmth a steady comfort against the cool air that seeped through the room.
And then, it hit him.
Finn sat bolt upright, his chest tightening as a wave of energy slammed into him, sharp and unrelenting. It wasn’t just magic—it was familiar. His wolf stirred immediately, claws scraping at the edges of his mind, snarling in recognition. Fane. The Alph
