Chapter 7. The Hawk view
Rowan's perspective
He felt the wind ruffling his feathers, the power in every beat of his wings. Rowan let out a cry. Underneath him, the world swished by. He was free, but freedom wasn't much worth when you were alone.
She was on his mind every waken second and in his dreams every night. The woman with hair like gold, striking turquoise eyes ringed with gold and three scars covered with his ink on her back. He missed her beautifully annoying grin and her sharp wit. Even her sarcastic tone and her unimpressed snort.
Before he met her, he had forgotten how it felt to laugh. Forgotten how it felt to have someone who could understand him and cared about him.
The wind had carried him to the ocean and if he let the wind take him further. If he only continued on, he would reach her. But he couldn't. He would keep the promise he had given her.
So he turned left and flew along to shore. Still battling his heart that pulled him there, to the continent he had never seen. To his queen, his Fireheart. She was his, the same way he was hers. They had claimed each other.
To whatever end.
