It was the night of Calanmai years after Feyre chose another mate. The seven high lords gathered, their bodies filled with inked runes, accepting a power. A power that drives them to take a maiden and fulfil a mating rite, which helps restore power in lands. High lord of the spring court followed his primal instincts. The scent of a mate that filled his being. Yet she wasn't in the women who had gathered to offer themselves. The beast in him unleashed and he followed the scent through the woods.