You remembered getting separated from Azriel in the mist of fighting. You had to focus on keeping yourself alive. You knew he could handle himself. You and him had been mated for a year, and he was protective of you

The enemies around you were dead in a second, with a swirl of shadows as Azriel wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling you close to him

"You scared the shit out of me,” he says roughly. “Promise you'll stay close for the rest of the fight." He says hurriedly, kissing you deeply