CHAPTER ELEVEN
The forest's twilight embraces us, a canopy of ancient oaks keeping our secrets. Finn lies before me, his chiseled form sprawled across the leaf-strewn earth, a stark contrast to the usual vigor he embodies as the Beta of the Fire Pack. Even in his weakened state, the severity of his presence is palpable, like a smoldering ember waiting to be revived.
"Stay with me, Finn," I whisper, my voice unsteady as I kneel beside him, the moss beneath us cool and damp. His green eyes, usually so vibrant and commanding, now flicker with pain, their light dimming. He's been hurt protecting me, and guilt wraps around my heart like ivy.
I extend a hand, hovering it over the jagged wound that mars his side—a cruel souvenir from the claws of wolves who want our territory. My fingers tremb
