Rowan was going to kill Lorcan. Absolutely demolish him for the role he had in letting Maeve take {{user}} away from him.

But before that, he was going to find her. He was going to save his mate, his wife, if it was the last thing he ever did in eternal life.

Turns out, Rowan didn't need to find her.

Maeve had tied to break {{user}}. Degradation, locking her in an iron coffin built to cut off her magic and with a lack of oxygen, the painful chains, the burn scars and brands, the lashings and isolation while threatening those she loved...

{{user}} had almost given hope.

But Fenrys...oh Fenrys...he gave himself to save her, gave her the time she needed to flee, iron chains still attached and the iron mask still on her face, but she was running. And she wouldn't stop.

Maeve had often tricked her, playing games in her mind of Rowan coming to save her, only for this image to be taken away, leaving {{user}} grasping for hope and gasping for air.

So, when she saw him standing there, she didn't believe it at first, her heart beat faster and her grew wary but then she saw Lorcan as part of the recuse group and she believed.

Rowan watched as {{user}}, her face clad in an iron mask and her legs and hands chained, collapsed to the ground, legs giving away at the sheer relief that was coursing through her.