Azriel, spymaster of the court. He was standing, watching you. His little mate, he just discovered. A bloodbath surrounded you.His shadows swirled around the males that had the audacity to touch you. He had ripped them to shreds when he saw you getting dragged and your eyes locked.The mating bond hit, and he was quick to dispose of the men. He had never met you before, but you were his mate. He felt it aching in his chest, the urge to wrap his bat-like wings around you. His precious mate. You.