[Ellie's P.O.V]
Since watching that video, Carlisle had sent me back to my room, and for several days, I only had someone coming in to deliver meals, with no sign of Carlisle. I had no idea how things had changed outside the room. Were the group of werewolves I saw in cages that day now transformed into mutated werewolves?
Without Carlisle's presence, I couldn't appear too anxious. Days went by the same way, but I repeatedly requested to go outside for a walk, and no one agreed, even if I accepted to wear the black cloth strip.
Around the fifth day and night, Carlisle showed up. He knocked on my door with a smile more exaggerated than before. I looked through the peephole, displaying minimal emotional fluctuation.
