The Savior

Settling In

Azriel P.O.V

It had been two weeks since Acalla had been here and Azriel had learned a few things so far. She woke up very early to make breakfast. She was an amazing cook. She was very dedicated to cleaning her mess.

 They'd been spending time getting to know each other. They were comfortable around each other. But he always heated up the food she made. She never served it to him. Not yet. 

One week after being here Cassian had asked at dinner if she had any training protecting herself. 

"My bother was training me, somewhat," she had answered him. 

Just the mention of the male that had almost ripped off her wings sent Azriel into a rage. But he remained calm at the moment and took it out on Cassian during training. 

"What's going on with you today?" Cassian asked. 

"Her brother is the male that was about to rip off her wings that day," Azriel told Cassian. 

Cassian looked shocked. 

Azriel nodded. 

"So that's why you're trying to kill me with your bare hands," Cassian commented. 

Azriel noticed then that there was a hole in the glove that he had been punching. 

"Sorry," Azriel said. 

Cassian nodded. 

That was a week ago. Cassian had offered to start training Acalla the day after that dinner. To Azriel's surprise, she had accepted. So she had woken up early the next day, made breakfast for them both, cleaned up, and went to train with Cassian. 

That was how this past week had gone. Everyday. 

Although he still had his duties for Rhys. He was on one right now. Rhys had sent him to check in on the camp that Acalla had come from. To see if there had been any backlash from the events of two weeks ago. 

He landed in the mud. In the all too familiar courtyard. Images flashed in his mind. Acalla chained to a post. Her brother behind her. His hands ready to do the unthinkable. 

He shut out the images that made him want to kill the man. 

He walked up to Uriah. The old bastard knew he was here. Yet he still had his back to Azriel as he walked up. Only when Azriel forced him to turn around with his hands on his shoulders did he turn around. 

"Oh, to what do we..." Uriah started. 

"Save it," Azriel interrupted, "I'm here to make sure everything is still running smoothly after the disturbance." 

"As smoothly as they always run," Uriah grumbled. 

Azriel ignored him and starting walking around to the different groups of people training. This was the last camp to start training girls under the age of one hundred and fifty. Acalla would not have fallen into that category. No wonder. 

He saw the man before the man saw him. Myrian. 

'Remain calm' he told himself. 

But then the male turned and saw him. Then started walking over to him. 

Myrian would lose this fight. Badly. Azriel would not kill him. No, he would take Myrian with him so he could savor his death. 

Myrian got to him and didn't hesitate to throw the first punch. Azriel dodged it and grabbed him by the shirt and threw him into the mud. The boy got up and tried again. This time Azriel punched him square in the jaw, again, and again.