Jarvis smiled gravely at my question. 'If Maski's plans succeed, who will be safe?' She placed her rugged old hands over Jack's own. 'I sense the strength in you. The powers you possess.' A flicker of pain, or fear, passed over her tanned, lined face before she continued. 'And I sense the balance in you has shifted recently. You must hold on to the good, Jack. Hold on to the good.'
Jack felt a chill pass down his spine. 'I… I took some kind of drug,' he said. 'It was supposed to suppress the wolf in me, to control the bloodlust, but instead…' He shuddered. 'I lost control. Lucy May and Woody must've got the research wrong. They—'
Jarvis pulled her hands away. 'Woody, you say?'
Jack nodded. 'He's a doctor, over in Harlem, a blood specialist; sometimes helps Lucy out. Do you know him?'
