Rowan soared through the cloudy skies, his hawk quiet with predatory focus. He could feel her, his mate. She was clearer now. It was a fool's hope he knew, but part of him wanted to believe that she had somehow escaped that iron coffin, that she was somehow alive and safe and sailing for him at this very moment. But he knew the odds.
His hawk unleashed a keening cry into the night, wishing his mate would reply.
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Hellfire
FanfictionWARNING: Story takes place AFTER Empire of Storms AND Tower of Dawn Morgan is a creature, a 900-year-old being with leathery wings and golden eyes. And she has come to the aid of Aelin Galaythius, in a bid to save the one chance they have of escapin...
