Seventy Nine

You must be Sansa , hi!" Pulling back, she said, "I'm Sansa—a good friend of James . His mom has told me a little about you. You sound perfect for him."

 The way she looked at Sansa was almost adoringly…but there was something else in those eyes. Something that surprised her: jealousy. Well, well, well, the pack healer had a thing for James . Sansa wolf wasn't at all pleased about that.

 As Sansa's eyes drifted to Sansa s neck, her face pulled into a frown, and she looked down at James . "You haven't claimed her?"

 "When Sansa 's ready, I will." Having no intention of explaining further, James tugged on Sansa 's hand until she got down on her haunches beside him. "Sansa , this is Kass, my sister. Kass, this is Sansa . My mate."

 The dark-gray wolf studied Sansa for a moment before butting her hand. Understanding, Sansa gave her a brief stroke.