SHADOWCLAW
Serena stirred.
The first thing she registered was warmth. The specific, encompassing warmth of a chest she knew by temperature and texture, rising and falling beneath her cheek in a rhythm that was steady and unhurried.
Fin's lips pressed against her hair. Then her temple. Then the corner of her forehead, following the line where her white hair met her skin, the kind of slow, deliberate attention that Finnick Shadowclaw reserved for moments when his walls were down and the wolf underneath was allowed to be soft.
His hand moved through her hair.
She was in Shadowclaw, though she didn't remember arriving, and the last thing she remembered was—
She gasped.
Gav's heart had stopped. She gave him her blood. Then nothing.
Her body tried to push itself upright. Her palms pressed flat against his chest, her heart slamming into her ribs.
Fin didn't let her move.
