SERAPHINA
Ronan and Asher immediately followed my line of sight to Finn who was tied to a splintered wooden stake on the side of that grotesque camp.
Blindfolded with his hands tied behind his back, Finn’s shirt was red with his own blood, his head lolled to the side, but I could see the faint rise and fall of his chest. My nerves finally eased.
“He is alive!” I said letting out a breath I hadn’t released I was holding.
“But I suspect not for too much longer,” Asher pointed out. “Those flesh eaters won’t be keeping him alive for decoration.”
While we were talking I saw Ronan looking around for something else, “Dante is not there.”
I froze, then quickly glanced at where Finn was tied. “s**t! He didn’t let him get eaten by these wolves, right?”
“He is not someone who would be ea
