Chapter Two
Rowan Whitethorn Galanthynius had lost her scent completely. It had been three days since Maeve had stolen his mate from him and Rowan had still been blanketed by grief and rage among other emotions.
The truth about Lyria had enraged him, how could he have walked right into Maeve's trap? To her, Lyria had been just another pawn to secure one of the strongest fae warriors to do her bidding-of course he should have known. He cried out in frustration, and all the little birds perched on the trees flew away in fear of the mighty hawk.
A roar responded his cry from far below, and Rowan flew down, transforming himself just before landing. Gavriel stood in front of him, already transformed, along with Lorcan-who made Rowan furious just by standing there, and Elide who looked sick.
"We have word from Doranelle." Gavriel began, and Elide broke out a sob. Rowan's heart stopped beating. He stood perfectly still, paralyzed, fearing the words that were to follow. "Maeve is not in Doranelle." He began. Rowan let out a shaky snort of relief. "Of course, why would she be there? It's like inviting us to rip her apart!" Rowan said, his tone light, but the underlying tension was clear.
"She's not hiding from us anymore,-" Gavriel said, cautiously, as though Rowan was a cracked glass, on the verge of shattering. It was true though, Rowan did feel like he was about to snap completely. "She knows Aelin does not possess the wyrdkeys, that she fooled her." Lorcan said quickly, irritated by Gavriel's caution. Rowan shot a glare at Lorcan. He didn't bother acknowledging the beast who had practically gift wrapped Aelin for Maeve, and no matter how-no matter how Lorcan regretted his actions, Rowan could never forget what he'd done. He was barely keeping his temper on a leash. For now, they needed Lorcan.
Elide started sobbing harder.
"What is it?" Rowan snapped, looking at Elide. Lorcan took a step forward in warning but Elide ignored him completely. "Fenrys sent word from a mortal." Gavriel said, his focus fixed on the ground. "Aelin, she was whipped again, at least twenty times according to Fenrys, and she didn't open her mouth about the wyrdkeys... and he thinks she isn't doing well. Maeve had her 'coffin' sent to Cain's personal chambers for other tricks that will make her spill the truth and-Fenrys fears Aelin isn't doing well." Gavriel said quickly.
The blind rage that enveloped Rowan soon turned to panic, and before he realized it, ice covered the ground they were standing on and the winds were raging on them. "Rowan." Gavriel began, trying to comfort Rowan. Elide knew then, that they couldn't tell Rowan what had really happened to Aelin, she knew that Rowan would rip apart the world if he knew that Aelin had stopped responding to the pain, that she might have as well surrendered herself to the darkness. No. They needed hope, and telling Rowan that, would shatter his hope for finding her, and she would not let that happen.
She felt Lorcan's body envelop her shivering self before she knew it. She pushed him away in disgust but he stood his ground. Rowan was unraveling and Lorcan wanted to protect Elide from the wrath Rowan would suffer in the moments passing by.
Rowan could control his magic, but he didn't want to, he was in so much pain, so many emotions were swirling about him, emotions he couldn't control, most of all, his primal fae instincts yearned for his other half, his mate.
"Rowan, please, please come to your senses." Gavriel begged. Rowan could barely hear him over his rage. Suddenly, something clicked in Elide's mind. "Rowan." She said, her voice breaking him out of his rage.
Gavriel let out a sigh of relief. "About Carranam, is there any way you can send your energy to her using the blood oath?" Elide asked. "Considering all that iron, I doubt it would work but there's no harm in trying." Lorcan replied.
Rowan gave Elide a long considering look.
"Does Carranam still work with the three of you?" Elide asked.
"We don't know, we were bound by Maeve's blood oath, which is why it may or may not be possible, why?" Gavriel asked.
"I think I have an idea, an Idea that might just overpower even iron."
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