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

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

Worry starts to build in

 

at me unsure what to say. She just sighs, “Saint

 

sure how | know to ask the

 

maybe you can help figure

 

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

 

seem to be able to communicate with us. Beta Milo had to bring him back from the woods on an ATV. He

figure out why. Other than the muscle weakness, he seems to be healthy, albeit a little irritable. But that isn't unusual for our

 

but | understand

 

awkward, Doctor. Thank you for letting me know

 

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

 

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 soothingly, "The doctor said maybe you're not feeling well. Can | lay down with you? Maybe | can help heal you?” He looks at me for a moment and | can't tell

 

no, Sweetheart, let me come to you," | assure him and step

 

onto it with him. | lean against his big barreled chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He

 

| murmur

 

face and gives me a small lick on the cheek before wrapping his giant body around me, effectively wrapping 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 his

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