He stands in the now empty forest as he rushes towards her.

His mate.

Quickly, Rowan kneels down beside his mate. His white hair messy from fighting other fae at the camp she was being held. In the camp an evil Valg Queen, Maeve, had been torturing her so she could break her bit by bit.

“Take it off!” Roman’s mate scream over and over again at the iron mask and chains binding her together. The iron not letting her use her magic to indicate where she was to her friends. She clawed at her iron restraints as she begs him to take it off.

Rowan nods and softly mumbles comforting words. “I know, shh.. I know.” He says softly as he holds her close, quickly undoing the iron restraints as his eyes flicker over all the gasses, wounds, bruises and injuries covering different parts of her.