Kingdom of Ash

For a people who had asked for only one
thing when Aelin had begged them to fight, to
join this last battle: to return home. To return
to Orynth after a decade of hiding.
Her flame danced over the battlefield. And
the lost Fae of Terrasen, the fabled Wolf Tribe
who had welcomed and protected them at
their sides, charged through the portals. Right
into Morath’s unsuspecting ranks.
Maeve had gone deathly pale. Paled further
as magic sparked and surged and those spider-
hybrids went down, their shrieks of surprise
silenced under Asterion blades.
Yet Rowan’s hand tightened on Aelin’s,
and she peered up at her mate. But his eyes
were on Fenrys. On the dark power Maeve
still had wrapped around him.
The male remained sprawled in the snow,
his tears silent and unending. His face a
bloodied ruin.