The impact of the water was like hitting a solid wall of ice.
The breath was violently punched from my lungs, replaced instantly by the freezing, crushing weight of the river. The current was a feral beast, thrashing and tearing at us, trying to rip us apart. The world devolved into a chaotic swirl of dark water, roaring foam, and sensory deprivation. I couldn't tell which way was up; the sky and the riverbed were one continuous, suffocating black void.
But through the violent, freezing chaos, one thing remained absolute: Finn.
His massive arms were a vice around my waist, pulling me flush against his chest. He took the brunt of the river’s fury, his body acting as a kinetic shield as we were hurled downstream, smashing past jagged, submerged rocks. I felt him grunt against my shoulder
