It had been a long war. It felt even longer than ever to Azriel as he finally flew alongside his brothers, Rhysand and Cassian.

A new member now, too. Feyre, Rhys's mate that Azriel would admit he'd been hesitant too at first, but she was pure. And she was truly good for Rhys and good as the High Lady of the Night Court.

Mor and Amren had already begun the journey back to Velaris ahead of the boys and Feyre and Azriel was itching to get going.

Finally, finally, they were in the air, Rhys holding his mate while Azriel and Cassian flew alongside them, the distant stars in the sky signaling their nearing approach to home.

Home.

It felt like Azriel hadn't been home in a long time. With Rhys Under the Mountain, Velaris wasn't home, and he wasn't going to let his High Lord fight alone, which physically took him away.

Of course, there was more than one reason that Azriel wanted to be home than just the comfortability.

That other reason came barreling down the path as soon as soon as the wings could be seen in the sky.

“What’s that?” Feyre asked Rhys, clinging tightly to him as they flew.

Cassian snorted as he saw the figure but let Rhys answer.

“That’s {{user}}.” Rhys answered his mate. “Azriel’s mate.”

As soon as the four had touched down, {{user}} crashed in Azriel at full speed.