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After Kyla gave them hugs, she left with Devan. It was an hour-long drive back to her place, and she drove. To her surprise, Devan, despite being so tired, stayed awake, and they talked about, of all things, baby names. Like a normal, happy couple.
They were anything but normal, and yet, at this moment, she did feel happy.
Of course, that wouldn’t last.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she started a hot bath for Devan. Seeing his bruised and bloodied body had her sniffling. She had to leave him be for a few minutes to get her crying under control. Yes, he needed a pack for personal reasons, but one of those reasons was her and another was their baby.
If he had…
Kyla choked back a sob. Some chocolate helped to soothe her, as silly as that sounded—maybe it was a pregnancy thing—and she returned to the bathroom. Gently, she took the washcloth from his hands and helped to wash his wounds. He never flinched or even sucked in a breath, just closed his eyes and allowed her to tend to him. It felt so right, taking care of him. It felt like her place.
She felt like his mate.
They hadn’t ever broached that subject yet, but she knew how she felt and suspected he felt likewise. Until they were safe, there wasn’t a point in worrying about the future. Living for the moment, that’s all they could do, because in a week, a day, an hour, everything could change.
When he was all washed, rinsed, dried, and bandaged, he opened his eyes and gave her a tender smile. “You are amazing,” he whispered.
“Funny. I was just thinking that about you.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, but his yawn denied her. Shaking her head, she giggled. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
Kyla threw her arm around him, but he managed to not lean on her, probably because he didn’t want to put too much pressure on her. While she wasn’t made of glass, she was starting to feel big. Only four more weeks. Incredible. Far too soon and yet not far away enough.
They had just climbed onto her mattress, hadn’t even lay down yet, when someone pounded on her door. Before they could move, a loud cracking sound ripped through the room as the door busted apart.
Devan jumped off the bed. His muscles rippled in the starlight streaming through her window. He turned to her. “Go,” he said, the word barely audible, too animalistic as his fangs grew.
In answer, she bared her own fangs. By the time they both shifted to their were forms, two coyotes entered the bedroom. Her father and one of her brothers. Sick to her stomach, Kyla could hardly believe the moment was here. Her own family turned against her.
With her coyote nose, she could smell that three other were in the other room. Before she could howl, her father launched at Devan. A bunch of fur, they snarled and attacked. She moved to join in, ready to tear into her father, the man who had oppressed her and her siblings for far too long, but her brother cut her off. Charles had always been Father’s pet.
Her lip curled back to reveal her fangs. The baby kicked and punched inside her, wanting to join the fight. Her belly wasn’t as prominent in this form, which made it easier for her to dart to the side when her brother swatted at her. His blow was weak. Did he not want to be here? Could she even hope for that?
A strangled whimper came from Devan, and Kyla batted her brother aside and threw herself onto her father’s back. He jerked, twitching violently, and she tumbled down, rolling to protect her belly, and launched at him again, only Charles entered the fray. No longer was her brother holding back. He nipped at her, tearing a small bit of fur off her.
He was forcing her to keep her attention on him and not on Charles and her father. While she had hated her father for years, she had never felt anything near to dislike for even those siblings who sided with her father. At this moment, though, she just might hate Charles.
He was bigger than her, of course, but she
After Kyla gave them hugs, she left with Devan. It was an hour-long drive back to her place, and she drove. To her surprise, Devan, despite being so tired, stayed awake, and they talked about, of all things, baby names. Like a normal, happy couple.
They were anything but normal, and yet, at this moment, she did feel happy.
Of course, that wouldn’t last.
As soon as she entered her apartment, she started a hot bath for Devan. Seeing his bruised and bloodied body had her sniffling. She had to leave him be for a few minutes to get her crying under control. Yes, he needed a pack for personal reasons, but one of those reasons was her and another was their baby.
If he had…
Kyla choked back a sob. Some chocolate helped to soothe her, as silly as that sounded—maybe it was a pregnancy thing—and she returned to the bathroom. Gently, she took the washcloth from his hands and helped to wash his wounds. He never flinched or even sucked in a breath, just closed his eyes and allowed her to tend to him. It felt so right, taking care of him. It felt like her place.
She felt like his mate.
They hadn’t ever broached that subject yet, but she knew how she felt and suspected he felt likewise. Until they were safe, there wasn’t a point in worrying about the future. Living for the moment, that’s all they could do, because in a week, a day, an hour, everything could change.
When he was all washed, rinsed, dried, and bandaged, he opened his eyes and gave her a tender smile. “You are amazing,” he whispered.
“Funny. I was just thinking that about you.” She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, but his yawn denied her. Shaking her head, she giggled. “Come on. Let’s get you to bed.”
Kyla threw her arm around him, but he managed to not lean on her, probably because he didn’t want to put too much pressure on her. While she wasn’t made of glass, she was starting to feel big. Only four more weeks. Incredible. Far too soon and yet not far away enough.
They had just climbed onto her mattress, hadn’t even lay down yet, when someone pounded on her door. Before they could move, a loud cracking sound ripped through the room as the door busted apart.
Devan jumped off the bed. His muscles rippled in the starlight streaming through her window. He turned to her. “Go,” he said, the word barely audible, too animalistic as his fangs grew.
In answer, she bared her own fangs. By the time they both shifted to their were forms, two coyotes entered the bedroom. Her father and one of her brothers. Sick to her stomach, Kyla could hardly believe the moment was here. Her own family turned against her.
With her coyote nose, she could smell that three other were in the other room. Before she could howl, her father launched at Devan. A bunch of fur, they snarled and attacked. She moved to join in, ready to tear into her father, the man who had oppressed her and her siblings for far too long, but her brother cut her off. Charles had always been Father’s pet.
Her lip curled back to reveal her fangs. The baby kicked and punched inside her, wanting to join the fight. Her belly wasn’t as prominent in this form, which made it easier for her to dart to the side when her brother swatted at her. His blow was weak. Did he not want to be here? Could she even hope for that?
A strangled whimper came from Devan, and Kyla batted her brother aside and threw herself onto her father’s back. He jerked, twitching violently, and she tumbled down, rolling to protect her belly, and launched at him again, only Charles entered the fray. No longer was her brother holding back. He nipped at her, tearing a small bit of fur off her.
He was forcing her to keep her attention on him and not on Charles and her father. While she had hated her father for years, she had never felt anything near to dislike for even those siblings who sided with her father. At this moment, though, she just might hate Charles.
He was bigger than her, of course, but she
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