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bird, it would be in war.
Or as a scout for an army thousands of
soldiers strong, marching far behind her.
She’d left Aedion to figure out how to explain
Aelin’s sudden disappearance when she’d
departed for this scouting mission. To glean
where they might at last intercept Morath’s
legions—and give the general a lay of the
terrain ahead. Fae scouts in their own avian
forms had flown to the west and east to see
what they might learn as well.
Her silvery falcon’s wings wrangled the
bitter wind, setting her soaring with a speed
that shot liquid lightning through her heart.
Beyond the ghost leopard, this form had
become a favorite. Swift, sleek, vicious—this
body had been built to ride the winds, to run
down prey.
The snow had stopped, but the sky
remained gray, not a hint of the sun to warm