The room was only illuminated by the rays of sunlight streaming into the room, casting flickering shadows on the stone walls of the room. Damon paced from one end of the room to the other,his hands clenching tightly at his sides. Anger rolled off him, making the room dark with tension,his grounding as he tried to control himself. In front of him,on the huge king sized bed covered with beautiful silk bed cover, Lyla,his mate, sat on the bed propping herself against the headboard. Her skin was pale and her body covered in sweat. She looked nothing like the confident and strong woman everyone used to know. She was now fragile,a shadow of what she used to be.
"I have no use for you. You're so useless to everyone right now" Damon growled glaring at her trembling form with anger gleaming in his cold eyes. "I can't even take you anywhere. You're supposed to be a strong Luna,one that will stand by my side and help me with my alpha duties. But here you are shivering away in this bed"
