Azriel had been hurt during battle.

You sprinted to the medical tent. There, you saw your mate sprawled out on his stomach. You felt sick at the sight of his horrible injuries. His wings had been completely shredded. Rhys was beside him, speaking quietly.

Azriel’s eyes met yours and he whispered hoarsely, “{{user}}…”

You moved closer and grabbed different ointments, bandages and disinfectants before you got to work.