Isaac's POV
I can never be sure how much time has truly passed, but I was continuously gaining my strength back. I could feel Bandit healing me. I knew better than to talk to him. His angst about being freed and getting back to our mates was the only thing I could feel emotion wise from him.
I heard a noise and sat up with my back to the wall, eyes closed. The door slowly creaked open. As much as I wanted to know who it was, I didn't dare look. It was Jackson, even with his pathetic mask on, I could smell his wet dog scent. That's odd he didn't have a scent this whole time. That was what made identifying him or the others impossible. What changed? Why is his scent back? He just stared at me. I pretended I was groggy since he thought I'd been ingesting the Wolf's Bane still. Watching him
