So they would know, so Asterin would
know, in the realm where she and her hunter
and child walked hand in hand, that they had
made it.
That they were going home.
Aelin wanted to, but could not sleep. Had
ignored the offers to find her a room, a bed, in
the chaos of the castle.
Instead, she and Rowan had gone to the
Great Hall, to talk to the wounded, to offer
what help they could for those who needed it
most.
The lost Fae of Terrasen, their giant wolves
and adopted human clan with them, wanted to
speak to her as much as the citizens of Orynth.
How they had found the Wolf Tribe a decade
ago, how they’d fallen in with them in the
wilds of the mountains and hinterlands
beyond, was a tale she’d soon learn. The