Hi! This is my first fanfic, so please don't be to hard on me. I was just thinking, what if Feyre had bee taken?

Feyre POV

The winnowing Rhys and I had been mere seconds, gone by in a blur. The silence was usually calming, comforting somehow. And that beautiful black envelopes us, challenged only by the little specks of white binding us the the earth.

But not today.

Today I was not winnowing with Rhys. Or Mor.

Lucien wraps his arms around me, leaping through space and time. The seconds stretched on, and my thoughts whipped past. My main thought was Rhys. He was too far back. He wouldn't know. I struggle against Lucien, knowing very well how fertile it was.

But then there was light, and Lucien's pail face as I pushed him away. His power was already drained, so he needed time to regain his strength. He grunts, staggering back under the force of my rage. Rage, at being taken. Away from Rhys.

I wasted no time, lunging at him. Hot anger sizzled in my veins, and there was a fire in my eyes that would not be tamed. He leaped away, making my slam in the snow. But I was on my feet in seconds, hands out—talons out, as I made contact.

Lucien cried out through gritted teeth as my black claws punctured his skin, going deep into his shoulder. Blood dripped, and I flew into a bloodlust, digging in harder. But I was ripped away, giving Lucien time to heal. The wounds were already starting to stitch together. But he and I both know I had gone deep— too deep.

Lucien was loosing strength from the blood loss. I could feel it. I was just about to lunge again when I heard him.

FEYRE! Rhys yelled down the bond. There was anger in his voice—anger, and terror. Blind terror, for me. For where I was and what they would do. I tore a crack in my mental shield. One crack, just for him. To let him see what I was seeing.

I couldn't form the words to respond to him. But I knew what her felt and saw when he went into my mind. Rage—me lashing out. And bloodlust.

But it was a distraction enough for Lucien to grab me, and rally his strength to winnow us to the manor. My prison.

I struggled again, trying harder, because I couldn't go back to that prison. I couldn't take being close to him— to Tamlin.

If he releases you, you will be stuck in one of those pocket realms. With no air. Rhys' familiar voice fills my head, allowing me some sort of calm. I cling to that feeling— trying to do anything to forget the clenching in my stomach at the thought of going back. Going back to Tamlin.

Then we were there, and the smell of roses was so strong it burned my nose as we smashed down on to the marble floor. I wrenched myself away from Lucien, trying to think of anything, anything to get out, to find Rhys and go home. I ran down the hall of the place that had one been my home, my life, and my prison.

But an all too familiar scent washed over me, and I froze. Ten feet away from where I stood, a towering, golden beast stared at me through forest green eyes. I felt one thing, one thing as I stared into Tamlin's eyes, the eyes of the male that had killed Rhys' mother and sister. Who had stood idly by as I wasted away day by day—

And then I was running, running at the evil creature that stood before me. Running at the male who had betrayed his friend, who had betrayed Rhys.

But when I reached him, all I saw in his eyes were full of sorrow as he reached his paw out and threw me against the wall.

No… Was the last thing I heard.

So thats the end of chapter 1, please comment if you would like me to continue this story!