CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
The forest whispers around us as I watch Finn and Vee from a distance. They're standing at the edge of the clearing, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. Vee's strawberry blonde hair catches the sun in a way that makes it look like a halo, and Finn's green eyes are softer than I've ever seen them—like the ruthless Beta I know has been replaced by someone else entirely.
"Come on, Vee," I hear Finn say, a teasing lilt in his voice. "You'll never learn if you don't try."
Vee looks uncertain but determined, her small frame squared as if preparing for battle. But this is no battle; it's just archery. Something we all need to know, but no one expects her to master overnight. She notches an arrow to the bowstring, taking aim at the target. Her shot goes wide,
