Hell hath no fury
(James POV) He just stood there. He felt like a starved man who now was offered food. She was even more beautiful then his mind's image. She had lost weight. Anger rolled through him at the dead witches and himself just thinking about her captivity. But her body had changed in other ways too. He could see her breasts were fuller. Even though she was paler then he remembered she had a glow that he had seen in other women before. His mate was radiating with it. Her scent was even a bit different. Sweeter. Tilting his head he concentrated. Whomp. Whomp. Whomp. He smiled slightly. Their cubs' heartbeat sounded strong and healthy. His wolf was scratching and tearing at the walls of his mind to get out to her. James was nearly begging for him to stay put for a little longer. She just stood
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