Wynta
Rhyse’s cougar, Drya, had shown herself to the pack for the pack photo to be taken, just two days after she and Emerson had marked and mated. She’d then allowed Avetta to sit down with her in the pack hospital and have 100ml of her blood transfused into her, two weeks after being here.
Where Rhyse had walked from that hospital room two hours later with barely any scars bar her marking scars, that wasn’t something that could be healed, unfortunately, but all the others she’d had were now just faint white lines. She looked a little different, younger Wynta had told her with a smile.
They’d all kept Rhyse wanting to do this from Emerson. Rhyse had wanted to surprise him with it, because not only had he told her he didn’t care about them, but he’d also shown Rhyse that he meant that
