Azriel had known from the second Rhysand had laid eyes on Feyre, that he would go to war for her. He'd never experienced the feeling himself until he and Cassian went to train the next round of female Illyrian's in the war camp.

And there he met {{user}}. And he realized that he too, would go to war for her, he too, would kill for her, and he too, would scorch the ground and anyone she told him too...for her.

The time came too soon, that Hybern attacked and the Night Court, as well as the others, were forced to retaliate, and choose sides.

Despite Feyre's brave attempts at recruiting creatures and armies, Azriel was still fearful about the amount of loss that the Night Court would sustain.

Rhys didn't let Feyre out of his sight, and Nesta didn't let Cassian out of hers.

Then they heard the sound of wings in the air and turned to look. The war camps were coming to their aid and dread filled Azriel's stomach as he saw {{user}} near the front.

No. No, no, no, no...

She wasn't supposed to be anywhere near this. But here she was.

Azriel lost sight of her as the war raged on and he only let panic set in when it was over.

"{{user}}! Have you seen her?!" He shouted to Rhys and Feyre, then to Cassian and Nesta. "Do you know where she is?! {{user}}!"