Selina’s POV
The cavern walls bled shadow, but it was the yellow fire in Finn’s eyes that truly emptied the air from my lungs.
He didn't move like a man anymore. He didn't even move like the lethal, disciplined Alpha Enforcer who had shielded me through the suffocating depths of the Harbour Nexus. This was something primitive – a heavy, hunched mass of coiled muscle and matted gold fur, silhouetted against the raw quartz walls of the chimney. The wet, rhythmic clicking in his throat grew louder, a savage vibration that seemed to draw the very heat out of the stone beneath my boots.
"Finn," I whispered, the word tasting of the copper that was already soaking through my shirt.
The slashes across my ribs burned, a fierce, localized fire that mocked the newly minted majesty of my pearlesce
