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.”

 

starts to

 

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

 

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

 

Kas, maybe you can

 

walk briskly down to 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

that isn't unusual for our Alpha," the doctor explains to us as we walk down the hall. We stop in front of

 

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

 

Thank you for letting me know

 

state of mind Saint is in that he won't allow Bronx to come forward...or if it is Bronx that

 

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,

 

Sweetheart, let me come to you," | assure him and step over to

 

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 same coffee and dark

 

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

 

nuzzles my 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

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