Rowan watches as his mate, the queen of Terrasen, as she runs into his chest.

She was laughing with joy and her smile crept up onto his own face. He slowly wraps his own arms around her and pulls her into his chest. “I’ve missed you Fireheart.” Rowan whispers into the woman’s ear. Gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he does so.

His Fae muscles flex in the moonlight as he spins her around as if she weighted no more than a feather.

Rowan, who a year ago would have to push a dragster through the same woman’s heart, was now carrying her as if she was the world. His white hair gleams underneath the rays of the moon and his tattoos poke through his white tunic.