Azrael rested in the chair in Tatiana’s hospital room. Squishing his enormous frame into the little chair was uncomfortable, but he was not going anywhere until his mate regained consciousness. After they cleaned her up, he could see how stunning she was. The small, broken figure he found lying helplessly on the ground surrounded by wolves ignited a blinding rage in him. He ripped the cowards apart that he laid eyes on, but some had escaped. He would find the wolves responsible for such a cowardly attack and finish them. However, for now, he would not leave her side until she was awake and he knew she was safe.