A Special Shrimp Salad

"No, Charlotte! You're right!" Diana suddenly grabbed her hand, her eyes wide with realization. "Drugs! Maybe this is all happening because of some kind of drug!"

But the thought still didn't fully add up. What kind of drug could possibly make a werewolf lose their healing ability? It made no sense, yet it seemed like the only reasonable explanation.

"We need to get a doctor to run some tests on his blood," Damon muttered, his gaze narrowing as he watched the rogue werewolf, who was now drooling and eerily still, like some kind of lifeless statue. "But ... I have a feeling he's not going to make it before the doctor arrives."

"Get out, Charlotte," Damon said softly but firmly, stepping in front of her to shield her view. "This isn't something you need to see."