the air had a musky scent of blood and death, the sound of iron chains clanging against the floor as your commander fought against their grip

You were bound to the floor, bloody and bruised, multiple gunshot wounds, slices through your skin. You’d been ambushed and kidnapped on while away in an assignment.

As your captors returned, their once grey and shiny blade was a sunset orange, it was hot

They grappled your body until your abdomen was in reach. You could feel the heat coming off it

Azriel was your mate. You both were inseparable and a lethal pair in battle. You loved each other more than anything.

This was the first time you prayed he wouldn’t find you. For his own sake. You knew what they’d do to him if he came.

“We can kill you. Right here, right now.” One of the males hissed

“It wouldn’t change anything…” You whispered dangerously.