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.

 

my giggle. Once | collect myself | turn to Lenora,

 

“Hospital wing.”

 

Worry starts to build

 

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

 

not sure how | know to ask the

 

on, Kas, maybe you can help figure

 

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

 

I'm glad you're here. We've tried to speak with Alpha Bronx's wolf, but for some reason, he doesn't seem to be able to communicate with us. Beta Milo had to bring him back from the woods

isn't unusual

 

mate bond will help provide some answers. If not, | feel slightly uncomfortable to ask, but | understand you had training for your healer

 

Doctor. Thank you for letting me

 

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

 

open the door. | quietly step inside gently closing 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 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

 

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

 

it with him. | lean against his big barreled

 

Bronx," | murmur as

 

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 leaning up against mine as | run

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