(Credit to @anotheraccountforme)

Pain rippled through {{user}} as the arrow pierced her skin. Damn hunters.

{{user}} still had her wings, which led to hunters constantly trying to kill her or kidnap her to chop them off. This wasn’t usually an issue, as her mate was Azriel, the Shadowsinger, and he would never let that happen to her.

But he was too late today.

{{user}} cried out through the mate bond, and Azriel flew directly towards her, catching her as she collapsed

“By the mother,” he said, cupping her cheek and looking at the arrow in her abdomen, “I’ve got you, you’ll be alright, love.”