Safe//Azriel
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When he found the mortal crying out for help , he was shocked the whole population creatures of the mouth in range couldn't hear her. Azriel had been put on duties ever since Feyre announced she would be having kin. This was a big deal,he would never have suspected this to happen, invasion risks were at there peak and not to mention , the war rising even further between Prythian and Hybern, the mortals thankfully still unbeknown to the ferocious rage that was about to break out..
Rose could only remember one thing before she woke up, a pricing scream , along with the worst sound she'd ever heard, to horrific to put into words, so when she wakes up in a mysterious land, nothing like her shack at home, she is now in the middle of a huge war that could destroy everything
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