Quinn's POV
Walking into Rob's room, it was silent except for the beeping of machines and the smell of rubbing alcohol. Rob was lying flat on his back, staring at the ceiling, still restrained by his wrists and ankles. He didn't move, even though he had to have heard us come into the room, wolf or not.
"Rob," Landon said, approaching his bed. He still didn't say anything; his brown eyes focused on the tiny holes speckled throughout the tiles.
"Rob," I said, a little more forceful. We were standing right next to his bed; Rob's head turned slowly in our direction.
"Welcome back; we thought you hadn't survived," Landon told him coldly. Rob glared at him and returned to looking at the ceiling.
"You knew this punishment wasn't going to be easy," I told him. "Alpha Amadeo will take you
