The moment Freya was dragged away from the training grounds, Rion’s entire body had gone rigid.
A warning surge of magic flared through his chest, a sharp pull—one he had never felt so violently before.
The fated chain.
It was screaming at him.
Something was wrong.
Freya was being pulled away from the castle grounds.
And he could feel it—her panic.
Her fear.
Her body falling.
His mind had gone blank.
Instinct had taken over.
He had flown as if his life depended on it.
And maybe it had.
Because the moment she screamed his name, his soul had fractured with urgency.
There was no hesitation.
He cut through the sky like a bullet, his wings slicing through the frigid air, each beat sending powerful gusts that disturbed the clouds.
The snow mountains.
His worst enemy.
His body h
