Ivan
"He's moving." Vince stares at Dylan from the window, watching as the large gray wolf twitches at the sound of Nefera's voice. "He likes her singing."
Nefera hadn't left her brother's side since we got here. As promised, Andy was steadily taking Dylan out of the coma, but it took a while for him to wake up. Andy said that was to be expected. After all, we'd kept him unconscious for a few weeks. He was finally responding, though, especially when Nefera started singing.
"He knows her. It makes sense he'd respond to her voice." I'd gone into the cell a few times in the past few hours, but for the most part, I'd given the siblings their space. Trevor was helping Andy with the process, and Vince had a couple of the guards on standby in case Dylan had to be restrained. Trevor said that was unlikely to happen since there was a chance muscle atrophy might be a problem.
