"Can't," Eliot ground out through gritted teeth. This was what he was warning Dean about, and if he stuck around, it would only get worse as they progressed towards the full moon.

Yet one word and a touch to the nape of his neck and Eliot found that he was relaxing. It was as if Dean's word was infused with magic and came out as a command that tamed his wolf. Whatever it was, Eliot found some of that anger fading away.

"Damnit," he muttered, much less irritable than before. It was just in time for him to start tensing when he felt the first touch of the needle digging into his skin. To his credit, he managed to stay pretty still, flinching only once or twice when the needle went in. That wasn't to say he wasn't moving though as there was no controlling the shivering his worn body produced.