You and Azriel have recently been mated, and now you have an upcoming war with Hybern.

Right now, on the battlefields, you’re on the ground, blood seeping from your mouth as you tried to suppress the blood coming from your chest. You didn’t know what to think, how you’d already reached this so early. You thought to yourself, everything and everyone and every sound almost inaudible to you. You had a faint ringing in your ears, your eyes were hot yet blurry. You probably had a few minutes left.

You didn’t know if you should take the knife out or keep it in, or even just finish everything. Azriel soon rushed over to you, crouching down to his knees beside you as he held both your wrists that were resting on your chest. “No, (y/n), you can’t die,” Azriel’s voice wa shaky, as he looked at you.

You just smiled, the blood staining your dimpled cheeks and cut lip. “Promise you’ll take care of them.” You replied quietly, referring to the Inner Circle, your family. “Tell then I love them. And that I’ll wait for them…on the side,” you added. He shook his head. “No, no, (y/n), you’ll be there to tell them that, please, don’t go.” he pleaded. “Az, you will tell them, you’ve got to,” you responded. “No, (y/n)-“ Azriel continued but you interrupted. “Azriel, please,”