It was no secret the animosity that Beron, High Lord of the Autumn Court, held for Rhysand, blaming him for his own father's death, and his fear of Feyre and the fact that she has and inkling of his power.

Hurting Morrigan oh so long ago had inadvertently hurt Rhys, as well as Cassian and Azriel, and it also gave Beron other ideas.

So, while he couldn't exactly declare war, he could use his spies in the Night Court to take someone the Inner Circle loved dearly.

{{user}}. The mate of Azriel. She'd been rescued from an Illyrian war camp and become Azriel's, and the two had a bond as strong, if not stronger, than Rhys and Feyre.

And when she went missing from bed, right next to Azriel, it was panic.

It took three days, three days, until they got a clue. Because Eris showed up on the doorstep of the House of Wind and said Beron had {{user}}.

Cassian and Mor led the distraction with Nesta while Feyre, Rhysand, and Azriel went to find {{user}}.

The tangy sent of blood hit Azriel's nostrils before he caught sight of her, and nothing could stop the splitting of his heart in two.

{{user}} was chained to the stones outside of Beron's fortress, blood still dripping and her wings nailed into the wall behind her, but the worst thing was the lack of hope in her eyes as the life bled from her body.

"{{user}}..." Azriel whispered brokenly.

Her head lifted weakly, her eyes locking on his and he felt the bond flare briefly with her familiar fire. Azriel stepped forward, hand lifting to the chains, but {{user}} whimpered. "No h-he'll come back, he-"

"Shh..." Azriel whispered. "Not anymore. Don't be afraid, Starlight."