The memories of Serena's life released Fin the way a tide releases the shore, pulling back in stages, the images thinning, the colors draining, until the last frame dissolved into the same white nothing that had swallowed every transition between visions.
Then a voice spoke.
It came from the white the way thunder comes from a clear sky, without warning, without source, filling the void with a resonance that vibrated in frequencies his chest recognized and his brain couldn't classify. Ancient. Layered. The sound of many mouths sharing one purpose.
You know who you are, Finnick Shadowclaw. But you have forgotten who you were. Before Shadowclaw, before the crown you inherited from your father, before the man the continent calls the most powerful Alpha King in history, you forged a kingdom and crown as the First King of Wolves.
The words sat in the void and the void gave them room.
