Boom.
The door slammed shut behind me so hard the walls seemed to shake.
"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed, the shock of seeing Finnick standing on his own feet completely overriding everything else.
Two seconds ago, I had been staring at him, stunned that the Alpha of our pack—the man who had moved carefully for months, who had hidden his strength behind calculated silence—was suddenly upright, towering over me.
Before I could even process it, before I could demand an explanation, his hands were on me.
Fabric tore.
My dress fell apart in his grip like it had never stood a chance. The sound of ripping cloth echoed too loudly in the room. Cold air brushed against my skin, and I instinctively wrapped my arms around myself.
Finnick stepped forward, and I stepped back.
But there was nowhere to go.
