19. Finn

We got what we needed out of Theo and Maximus. Eventually. Fucking around with the sketches saw the bricks replaced.

Looking at each other, knowing we were more than willing to bend those limbs into self-amputation, they finally cracked.

Even so, I won’t forget the sound of Maxim’s knee tendon finally giving way as the second brick took its awful toll. Like a cow chewing, a wet popping that felt at odds with its owners wailing.

But we have what we need. For now. A report of how and when they met, for how long and what the no-named guy looked like.

Hayden is taking his copy to Alpha Zeke, Sawyer, to Alpha Nikolai of White Forest. I’ve got Cillian’s. Like fuck am I missing a chance to get back to Naomi.

Once a week they would head towards the human border. The far western side of the Shadowlands territory. Where bare, miserable fir trees line the rocky outcrops. Nothing decent to be farmed after so many explosions.

Silver-lanced barbed wire forms dangerous trenches. To beco