Page 45 of Claimed By Fur and Fangs

“I don’t understand.”

“Alma appeared in my dream.”

“Wait … what!”

Chapter Eleven

Finn

Istumbled into my apartment, whiskey bottle in hand, vision blurry the pain sharp. The bottle hit the counter with aclinkas I collapsed onto the couch, head in my hands.

“Finn? What the hell happened to you?” Damon’s voice cut through the haze.

I didn’t look up.

“She knows, Damon. Amelia knows.”

“Knows what?” he asked, his tone sharp.

“What I am,” I said, my voice cracking. “She saw me. She saw the wolf.”

“How?” Damon cursed under his breath.

“Aidan,” I spat, my hands clenching into fists. “He set a trap. He made me shift in front of her. And I fell for it like an idiot.”

“That’s messed up, Finn. But it’s not over,” Damon sat down beside me, his voice low and steady.

“It’s over,” I said, my voice breaking. “She looked at me like I was a monster. Maybe I am. Maybe she’s better off without me.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Damon snapped. “You’re not a monster. You’re a good man who got screwed over. And Amelia? She’s not going to just write you off because of this.”

I shook my head, tears burning my eyes.

“You didn’t see her face, Damon. She was terrified of me. She’s probably with him right now, telling him how much she hates me.”

“You don’t know that” Damon said firmly. “Amelia’s not like that. She cares about you. I’ve seen it.”

“Not anymore,” I muttered, staring at the floor. “Not after what she saw.”

Damon leaned forward, his voice intense.

“Listen, Finn. You’re hurt. You’re angry. I get it. But sitting here feeling sorry for yourself isn’t going to fix this. If you care about her, you need to fight for her.”

“Fight for her? How? She’s never going to want to see me again,” I looked up at him, my voice barely a whisper.

“Then make her see you,” Damon said, his eyes locked on mine. “Show her that you’re not just some beast. The man who’s willing to do whatever it takes to protect her, to make her happy.”

I stared at him, his words sinking in. For the first time since I’d left that warehouse, I felt a flicker of hope. “You really think I still have a chance?”

Damon smirked, clapping a hand on my shoulder.

“I know you do. But you’re not going to win her back by sitting here and drowning in whiskey. You need to get your shit together, Finn. And then you need to go after her.”

I took a deep breath, the weight on my chest lifting just a little.

“Alright,” I said, nodding slowly. “I’ll try.”

“That’s the spirit,” Damon said, standing up. “Now, let’s get you cleaned up. You look like hell.”

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