“Finn.” I drop into the seat next to him. He gives a dead-eyed look that mirrors mine, petting his grenade like a rabbit. “Deal?” “Deal.” I nod. Orion’s eyes widen. I’d shrug, but I can’t care. The pack must think Finn and I don’t talk, but the truth is, we’ve never needed words. We understand. If we can’t save Lilah, we’ll end it for each other.
