The bellow of rage that escaped Kylen from the shock of the scene before him shook the walls of the house. In that brief moment, it also allowed Coda to slip to the surface. In the blink of an eye, control shifted, leaving Kylen aghast in the back of his own mind while he took in the appearance of his mate.
There was no bed here for his mate, just a simple cot with worn fabric that had seen far better days. Yet, despite that fact, she barely seemed to take up space on its surface. She was curled up, exactly in the center of the frame, leaving plenty of room on all sides for the fabric to be seen. Her body lay pale and ashen, the cot adjusted to settle directly under the beams of sunlight streaming through the window. Tears welled in his eyes as he took note of the darkening black and pur
