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Drip.
Pain.
Drip.
More pain.
Drip.
Pain that made the first pain look like a f*****g massage.
The wolfsbane kept hitting my bloodstream like liquid fire, the poison currently dripping into my vein through a thin IV line that I wanted to rip out and shove through the wall.
Wolfsbane was designed to suppress a wolf. To force it down, deep, past the surface, past the instinct layer, all the way to the basement of your consciousness where it couldn’t reach the controls. It worked. But it also felt like someone was pouring acid into your marrow and setting your nervous system on fire from the inside out.
At least now, Fenris wasn’t pressing against my skull anymore. For the first time since this morning, my head was my own.
So yeah. The poison was worth it.
Didn’t mean it d
