Author's note: This is from Fynn's point of view
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I was in the helicopter, clutching the seat while trying to find comfort.
Yes, I know that I'm pitiful. Once a powerful general, commanding thousands of warriors, was now reduced to a scared pup, but I can't help it. We, the werewolves love to feel the ground under our feet, and flying is NOT our preferred way of travel.
What am I doing here (other than embarrassing myself)?
Serina sent me an invitation to come for Zoe's birthday. I was proud when she invited only me from the whole gang of thirty-something werewolves that sheltered Zoe, Ash, and Luca for the last three years.
As a bonus, I was invited to come a day before everyone else, so my mind was coming up with all kinds of scenarios about what we will do with all that time. Did Serina finally decide to acknowledge me?
