FINNICK AND SARAH-JANE
Driving down the road in the jeep that Blackthorn pack had lent them, Finnick glanced across at his mate who was fidgeting in her seat, her eyes flickering from the windscreen to the familiar forestry around them.
Mary-Ann was asleep in the back seat, it had been a long drive to the girls old pack.
Ahead of them a tall, broad shouldered warrior stepped out into the road, holding out his hand in front of him as Finnick slowed the jeep to a stop.
Rolling the window down, he waved at the guard who approached the vehicle suspiciously.
‘Good afternoon sir’ he said formally, ‘you are on private property, what is your business here?’
Finnick cleared his throat as he bowed his head respectfully, ‘good afternoon warrior, I am escorting two of your pack members back to t
