“Is Ben going to be all right?” asked Gabriel. “Can we do something for him?” “Burning it out,” Ben growled. I wasn’t sure I heard him right, his voice was slurred and thick. “Ben? You’re burning out the drug?” His skin did feel feverish. “Boosting your metabolism?” I didn’t know werewolves could do that. “Burning it good,” he said, which I took to be an affirmative. “But it’ll . . . a minute.” “What can we do to help?” I asked. “Water? Food?” I had some granola bars in here somewhere. “Just you,” he said. “Pack smell, Alpha smell. It helps.” He shuddered hard against me. “Hurts. Wolf wants
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