{Wyatt’s P.O.V.}
After breakfast the next morning, Rylee and I went down to the pack hospital to see if Dr. Andrews could give us any information about the girls that decided to go free-diving off a cliff into our lake. Rylee couldn’t sleep at all last night, tossing and turning because of how worried she was. My biggest fear was that she would imprint herself on these girls and make an assumption that their suffering prevented her from needing to proceed cautiously.
When we got to the hospital, we went straight to Dr. Andrews’ office where he proceeded to tell us his findings at once. “Alpha, Luna,” he bowed his head as we took a seat. “First things first, the girls haven’t gotten color back into their faces, but their bodies seem to be healing.”
“That’s good,” Rylee said with a sigh
