Azriel was night courts spymaster, therefore, checking up on the Illyrian camps high up in the mountains became his duty.

Azriel looks at the males training with the females, hoping to slowly banish the taboo of female warriors within the Illyrian race, when he senses a string of pain through his mating bond.

Suddenly, Azriels body tenses and he goes immobile. The gears in his head slowly turn, is she okay, what happened, is she getting attacked?

Within mere minutes he excuses himself and flys directly towards the shared apartment they had bought together in Velaris. Vigorously bulldozing the glass window into pieces.

When he notices his mate sitting in bed looking in pain he quietly sits down next to her knowing exactly what was wrong.

His mate was on her period.

Typically fae females went through only two painful periods a year and rest minor periods. Due to her recent transformation from human to fae in the Caldron she didn’t know her period would be so painful.

“Come here. It’s going to be okay, you’re going to be okay.” Azriel says as he gently manoeuvres the female into his arms as he slips into the bed and wraps his wing around her.