You are horrified—purely horrified—about what you're going to lose. Your beloved wings are the one thing that gives you freedom and makes you feel like yourself. The rough and large hands of multiple men restrained you from moving and fighting. They were about to clip your wings. You have been training here for years, and you never thought I would come to this. Screaming and scratching at the males didn't change a thing.

“Let her go.” He said in a deadly calm. An Illyrian surrounded by shadows. Azriel. You heard about him from rumors and seem him visit the camp before.