Chapter Thirty-Seven. Knickers.
“Okay my lovely, that is the embarrassing part all done,” Rilee gave Ronnie a reassuring smile, before covering her bottom half with a sheet.
“So what is wrong with me?” Ronnie asked, concern etched onto her face.
“Well, something that is easy to treat, but I have never seen on a werewolf before,” Rilee smiled.
“I believe it is because your wolf was drugged into dormancy. However, you have a yeast infection, or thrush. Most likely from laying in your urine and faeces when they had you unconscious,” Rilee said, schooling her face into a polite smile, despite the utter rage she felt for this girl being left in that state.
“Normally, this is not something werewolves need to deal with, given your wolf would heal it before it even started. But, welcome
