Justin’s POV:
My head is strpped down to the table I lay on, along with my arms and legs, with some sort of contraption hooked up to my temples. The I.V. of wolfsbane was put back in my hand before I was strapped all down. No one has said a thing to me since I was brought into this room. They strapped me down, hooked me up to this machine thing and then left me in here, alone. I lost track of how long it has been since anyone was in here, but I know it’s been at least an hour.
I suddenly have the feeling that my shoulder blade itches, but I am not able to wiggle enough to itch it. The door handle turns and the door opens so forcefully that I would have jumped off the table if I could.
“Hello, Justin.” Alyson walks through the door and grabs a pump of hand sanitizer before walking ove
