You are one of Feyre’s sisters. The mating bond clicked into place right before you were thrown into the Cauldron. Azriel, despite his wings being shredded, was reaching for you, roaring for the guards to let you go. Every instinct of his body was telling him to save you

You tasted death and blackness as you were submerged in the cauldron. And when they pulled you, you collapsed on the floor, panting

“You're going okay. I promise.” He says trying to crawl over to you despite his injuries