“Fenrys.” Her breath was a wet rasp. A plea. A broken, bloody plea. Fenrys remained with Cairn. In the camp. Aelin pointed again, sobbing. Rowan turned from his mate. The rage in Rowan’s eyes could devour the world. And that rage was about to extract the sort of vengeance only a mated male could command. Rowan’s canines flashed, but his voice was deadly soft as he said to Lorcan, “Take her to the glen.” A jerk of his chin to Gavriel. “You’re with me.” With a final look toward Aelin, his frozen rage a brewing storm on the wind, the prince and the Lion were gone, charging back toward the
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OMG they’re going back for Fenrys!! 🥹
