Of Ash and Iron (Flame Cursed Fae, #3)

by Eliza Raine

Thyrvi isn't just my val-tivar—she's my true nature, given form. And she can't be who she needs to be because she's everything I've tried to suppress.

But what if I was never broken at all? What if every "failure" was just my trying to force myself into a mold I was never meant to fit?

I don't need my family here in Featherblade. I have everything I need now.

snow and pine needles and something uniquely Thyrvi.

Its the animal version of rowan whitethorn

it was SO important to me that Maddy was never ‘fixed’. She has always been perfect, and she just needed to find the place where she could flourish.