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.

 

hiding my giggle. Once | collect myself | turn to Lenora, "Okay, no

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

wing?! What happened?" Worry starts to

 

to say. She just sighs, “Saint won't shift back into

 

how |

 

on, Kas, maybe you can

 

walk briskly down to the hospital wing. | realize, | wrapped my blanket around me without knowing | was doing

 

seem to be able to communicate with us. Beta Milo had to bring him back from the woods on an ATV. He couldn't walk here

muscle weakness, he seems to be healthy, albeit a little irritable. But that isn't unusual for

 

feel slightly uncomfortable to ask, but | understand you had training for your healer abilities while you were away. | don't know if this

 

awkward, Doctor. Thank you for letting me

 

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

 

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 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

 

no, Sweetheart, let me come to you," | assure

 

barreled chest and wrap my arms around his neck. He has the same coffee

 

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

 

white wolf cocoon. His face is leaning

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