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.

 

| collect myself | turn to Lenora, "Okay, no more stalling, where's

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

wing?! What happened?" Worry starts to build in my chest.

 

just sighs, “Saint won't shift

 

sure how | know to ask the

 

Kas, maybe you can

 

down to the hospital wing. | realize, | wrapped my blanket around

 

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

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

 

slightly uncomfortable to ask, but | understand you had training for your healer abilities

 

awkward, Doctor. Thank you for letting me know

 

careful, Kas. We don't know 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

 

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 in opposite forms, but

 

you," | assure him and step

 

to crawl onto it with him. | lean against his big barreled chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He has the same coffee and

 

So has Bronx," |

 

me into a white wolf cocoon. His face is leaning up against mine as | run my fingers through his soft coat and nuzzle my face on the thick fur of

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