Lenora stands and unlocks the apartment door. James is pacing the hall and rushes inside as soon as he is allowed entry.

 

“My Love!" he exclaims when he sees Delilah bundled up on the sofa. He kneels down and caresses her face, giving her little kisses. “Oh, Puppy. Don't worry. I'm okay," she smiles as he comes to her side.

 

“James, you can take her wrapped in the blanket so she won't get cold. | will get it back some other time," | offer.

 

"It's alright, Luna. My truck is out front,” he carefully unwraps his mate from her cocoon and hands the blanket to me before picking her up bridal style. Lenora drapes his coat over her.

 

“Delilah, | will come see you tomorrow if you're feeling better,” | tell her.

 

“Thank you, Kas," she says sleepily, leaning into James’ chest. James gingerly walks out of the apartment so he can take his mate home and care for her. | pang of guilt strikes my heart. | am not able to heal Delilah because she is not a werewolf. She is a powerful witch, but what she did for me this evening took so much out of her. | have to find a way to make it up to her.

 

"Did you hear that?" Lenora asked with a smirk as soon as they're gone.

 

"Hear what?" | ask, looking at her with confusion.

 

"Delilah calls James 'Puppy’,” Lenora giggles at the thought of big burly James being called a puppy.

 

giggle. Once | collect myself | turn to

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

happened?" Worry starts to build in my

 

at me unsure what to say. She just sighs, “Saint won't shift back into human

 

not sure how |

 

you can help figure

 

wing. | realize, | wrapped my blanket around me

 

some reason, he doesn't seem to be able to communicate with us. Beta Milo had to bring him back

But that isn't unusual

 

but | understand you had training for your healer abilities while you were away. | don't know

 

awkward, Doctor. Thank you

 

won't allow Bronx to come

 

me approach. Joy fills my heart at the sight of him. Mate's don't usually spend time together in opposite forms, but seeing him in front of me reminds me that | love him just as much as Bronx. ; “Hi Saint," | whisper

 

come to you," | assure him and step over to where

 

sits, then lays back on the cot, allowing me to crawl onto it with him. | lean against his big barreled chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He has the

 

has Bronx," |

 

giant body around me, effectively wrapping me into a white wolf cocoon. His face is leaning up against mine as | run my fingers through

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