Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel often went back to Windhaven, the Illyrian war camp run by the Warlord Devlon, the same lord who had given the three a chance in the Blood Rite.

They went to many to see if the changes Rhys had ordered regarding female Illyrian's ability to fight as well as not have their wings cut of were being implemented.

While everything Under the Mountain had been going on, and Tamlin kept trying to get Feyre back, the brothers did not have as much time to visit.

So, now, here they were. This time, Feyre was with them, she had insisted, and Rhys had never been able to say no to his mate.

But here they were, to find the females once again secluded and the males the only ones fighting.

What really angered them though, was the female Illyrian who was chained, a male about to clip off her wings, something Rhysand has specifically forbidden.

The moment Azriel laid eyes on her, something snapped into place. The bond, he realized. This was his mate, and they were going to hurt her.

Before Rhys, Cass, or Feyre could react, Azriel was over there, and his shadows had already snapped the neck of the offended male.

When the female turned to look at him, Azriel's breath caught, the Illyrian...he'd seen her in his dreams. A dreamwalker...she must have Dreamsight.

"What is your name?" Azriel asked, feeling the mating bond snap.

"{{user}}." She whispered. "I am {{user}}."

As Azriel began to undo the bonds keeping her to the pole, Rhys wen to go find Devlon with Cass and Feyre.