Roisin
The Lycan’s grip tightened like a vice around my throat, crushing the air from my lungs completely. My vision tunneled, narrowing into a pinhole as black spots bled in from the edges, spreading like ink across a page, threatening to devour me whole. Each beat of my heart thundered louder in my ears, a frantic war drum counting down the seconds until oblivion claimed me.
I tried to scream, to wrench free, to thrash against the iron hand holding me captive, but my strength was bleeding away too quickly. My arms flailed uselessly, my legs kicked with fading force, and already my body had betrayed me as it felt heavy, sluggish and leaden. Basically on the verge of giving up. The encroaching darkness wrapped around me like a suffocating shroud, pulling me deeper with every passing bre
