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.

 

cover my mouth hiding my giggle. Once | collect myself | turn to Lenora, "Okay,

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

starts to build in my chest.

 

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

 

or can't?" I'm not sure how | know

 

maybe you can

 

to the hospital wing. | realize, | wrapped my blanket around me without knowing | was doing it. The doctor meets us

 

be able to communicate with

Other than the muscle weakness, he seems to be healthy, albeit a little irritable. But that isn't unusual for our Alpha," the doctor explains to us as we

 

feel slightly uncomfortable to ask, but | understand you had training for

 

awkward, Doctor. Thank you

 

what kind of state of mind Saint is in that he won't allow Bronx to come forward...or if it is Bronx that is the one who is not in the right state of mind, "Lenora says

 

the door behind me. The room is dimly lit. Saint's hulking form is on alow kennel cot. He lifts his head as | come in and looks at me sleepily with his single vibrant green eye. His tail thumps against the cot and he starts to whine with a yawn when he sees me approach. Joy fills my heart at the sight of him. Mate's don't usually spend time together

 

you," | assure him and step over to

 

his big barreled chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He has the same coffee and dark chocolate scent

 

missed you, Saint. So has Bronx," | murmur as | stroke his soft

 

around me, effectively wrapping me into a white wolf cocoon. His face is leaning up against mine as

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