Astrid woke from a deep sleep to pounding on her bedroom door. She blinked her eyes, trying to wake up. The door slammed open and the shape of a man stalked into the room.
“Astrid, get up!”
Finnick? Why was he here? “What's going on?”
He walked to the bed and ripped the blankets off. He yanked her out of bed and held her face in his hands. “We're under attack. I need you to go down to the basement and stay there. I need you to be safe.”
She put her hands on his shoulders. She realized he was shirtless, but quickly focused elsewhere. “I will stay safe, but not in the basement. I won't cower away while my pack is under attack.”
He searched her eyes and nodded. “Get dressed.”
Astrid grabbed some clothes, old clothes, as she knew she'd likely shift and ruin them.
Finnick grabbed her h
