Chapter 1200 Remember Who You Are

• Ian
• “That was better.” Fraser huffs a breath and shrugs back into his shirt. He winces, closing his eyes for a moment. Bruises fan across his shoulders and chest–large, deep paw prints.
• My clothes are shockingly intact, but I’m still in my fae form as the first glimpses of morning light turn the distant mountains a vibrant violet. Fraser carefully tucks in his shirt but moves like every step across the open air landing area high atop his mountain is painful.