outright ran as they beheld who battled closer.
Perhaps why Maeve had gathered them in
the first place. Yet she had never been able to
fully harness it—their potential, their true
might. Had chosen shackles and pain to
control them. Unable to comprehend, to even
consider, that glory and riches only went so
far.
But a true home, and a queen who saw
them as males and not weapons ... Something
worth fighting for. No enemy could withstand
it.
Lorcan and Fenrys battling at his side,
Rowan gritted his teeth and urged his horse
after Aelin, into the chaos and death that
raged and raged and did not stop.
Aelin had come.
Had escaped Maeve, and had come.
Aedion couldn’t believe it. Even as he saw