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They had to sedate him.
That was the only way his body finally stopped fighting long enough for anyone to think clearly.
Dr. Adams moved closer preparing another injection while Roman’s body strained against itself. His muscles had locked so tightly that the tendons along his neck stood out sharply beneath flushed skin. Even unconscious, he resisted whatever storm was tearing through him.
“This will calm his nervous system,” Dr. Adams said as she administered the shot. “It won’t counter the Wolfsbane. It will only settle the reaction.”
The needle slid in smoothly.
Roman’s body jerked once more—hard—then gradually began to ease.
The change wasn’t immediate. His fingers twitched first, then loosened their grip on the sheets. The violent tremors reduced to small, involuntary shive
