(Ok. First and foremost; I want to start this off by saying I have NEVER written an OOC fanfic. To be perfectly honest, actually... I hate reading OOC fanfics. Not because I think the writing is bad, but due to my own personal preference, I like reading about the characters and the actual characters only. No made up stupid names like Lily Fire coming in and just jumping into the scene out of nowhere. It pulls me out of the immersion of the story and sometimes it seems like the author is actually putting themselves into the story itself because it's something they personally fantasize about. For some reason it always seems super corny to me.

BUT, any OOC writers/readers out there please forgive me for thinking this. There has been this idea itching in the back of my mind for MONTHS. Actually, ever since ACOMAF came out. It's been growing and growing and I absolutely HAVE to put this into words. So, sincerely, I apologize for bashing OOC's. Because I am about to become the biggest hypocrite of all time on this matter. I am writing a continuation... at first it started out as how I personally thought Feyre should have reacted when Tamlin shielded her inside the mansion. But then it turned into something entirely different. This is how Tamlin is going to meet, react to, and experience his own mating bond. BUT it is from the female's POV. Wish me luck and here we go.)

It hurt. That's all that was running through my mind as I tore through the brush and the foliage. Everything hurt. My lungs, heaving for the air that they weren't getting enough of. My legs, for burning from pushing myself harder than I have ran in my entire life. The stinging on my face from the branches whipping past me with such a speed that it felt like razor blades were slicing my skin open. Whatever had been hunting me in the meadow was now much closer than I anticipated. It was fast. And big. And from the brief glance of it before I dropped my pack full of flowers and herbs for the house, it had very long, piercing teeth. Rows of them. And it was smiling...

My panting felt as if it were echoing through the entire Autumn Court's surrounding forest as my heart beat so loudly in my ears I was afraid that any moment, my heart would burst from the fear and the adrenaline. I could hear something less than a few yards behind me snarl with fury, somehow making my arms and legs pump even faster. Trees shot past my field of vision like brown and red and gold blurs. The dry bed of twigs and leaves beneath my feet sounded like thousand of shuffling papers all at once. There was nowhere to hide. And in my moment of pure terror, I realized too late that instead of running back towards the house, I was actually running in the opposite direction. Heading right for the border to the Spring Court.

At this point, I didn't much care where I was running to. I just couldn't stop. I didn't have time to stop and climb a tree, or dive into a nearby bush. It was too close and too smart. Whatever it was, I had never seen one before and I was pretty sure it wasn't a creature of the Autumn Court.

I could feel my knees trembling, and my vision beginning to get more and more blurry the harder I pushed myself. I wasn't used to this kind of physical activity. The most I did was pull weeds in the mistresses garden for up to two or three hours if I felt up to it. Running wasn't something I was used to since I was a child. And my body was paying for it dearly right about now.

Something snapped at the back of my neck. Either a hand or a jaw. I could feel something in me break like glass shattering with a sudden realization that I was going to die. There was nobody around for miles. And I was a nobody. A maid who worked in the palace of the Autumn Court. One of dozens. Nobody would know I had gone missing for hours, and even then, they would eventually think that I had run away and disappeared. Which.. in a way.. will be the exact truth of it.

The foliage around me began to turn green. I noticed this right before something caught my ankle, causing me to slam downward face first into the bright green grass. My head bounced off of the earth. Even though it looked soft and inviting, a resounding smack reverberated through my skull as I could already feel blood beginning to drip from my nose and the cut in my lip from my teeth biting down as I fell. My skirts were halfway up my legs as something grabbed me by the shoulder and flipped me over. I blinked away the bright sun behind it's head as it's face came into view. It was still smiling. And it's skin looked to be peeling away in certain areas as if it had been burned terribly. It had no hair, and it's skin looked too tight on it's face. Especially with that disturbing looking grin on it's face.

I could hear a whimper escape from my lips as it reared it's elongated, clawed hand back, about to slice me apart, when suddenly it was gone. The weight from it pressing down on my legs had disappeared. Now it was only the sun shining down on me. Stray strands of hair that had been pinned up so carefully this morning now blew across my face on a phantom breeze. I was wheezing, but I couldn't hear anything. Just an awfully loud ringing in my ears. Maybe I hit my head harder than I had thought...

I tried to roll over, but turning on my side was a quest unto itself. My sides were burning so badly from running that it felt like I had swallowed a knife and it was now in my kidneys. I clutched my sides as I painfully propped myself up on one arm, half sitting up. I could feel warm blood gushing down from my nose, causing me to spit in revulsion as the strong coppery tang filling my mouth. I coughed for what seemed like very long painful seconds, before finally raising my head in the direction of where the creature had disappeared to. I couldn't think straight. I just knew that I should be dead. I couldn't understand where it went or why it...

Not less than several yards away from me, something caught my eye that had me frozen in terror. There was another monster. But this one was on top of the one who grinned and was tearing it apart with it's claws and teeth. I actually couldn't really recognize if anymore from how much it had been torn apart.

I could feel the blood drain from my face as the enormous beast on top of it finally raised it's head towards me. I could feel my breath catch in my throat upon the realization of what... of WHO I was looking at. I had seen this form once before. Running away from the palace when I was young. With Lord Lucien before he disappeared. It was the High Lord of the Spring Court. Tamlin.

Even though the world around me was spinning, I somehow managed to push myself up onto to severely wobbly legs. I was trembling. I didn't know why, but somehow, I felt more afraid now than I had felt being chased through the woods by that.. thing.

He just watched me, still standing over the mangled and unrecognizable creature. Something was wrong. He either should have attacked me by now for coming into the Spring Court border without permission or he shouldn't even be here... what was he doing here? And why did he save me? Everyone knew how much he hated the Autumn Court for what it's High Lord did to his friend. He should have recognized me immediately by the colors of my gown, even if I wasn't royalty of high prestige.

I began stepping backwards, me chest still heaving. I knew my eyes were wide with shock. More so at him or the now dead monster, I wasn't sure anymore. I had a tight feeling in my chest. A sense of terrible foreboding. He stepped away from the gored thing and faced me head on.

With a flash, a High Fae was standing before me. His long hair haphazardly pulled back to keep off of his face and a strange startled look in his eyes. I wanted to run again. This wasn't right. He didn't have shirt on and his trousers hung dangerously low on his waist, showing a perfect V. My trembling grew as he took one more step towards me, causing me to take another step back.

"...What is your name?" A small cracked whisper escaped his throat, as if he were parched for water.

I crossed my arms in front of my chest, as if to hold myself together.

"I apologize, High Lord. I should not have stepped foot on your border..."

"What is your NAME!"

His quiet voice turned into a growl that had me practically jump out of my skin. I began to tremble once more, stepping further and further away.

"Elen."

His fists were clenched, and he looked at me with such an expression of determination that I was about to turn and flee this time, once again.

"Elen..." He said softly, as if trying to coo a frightened child. "You are my mate."