It was very hard to draw a breath when a big angry werewolf had his hand wrapped around his neck. The warlock choked and tried to desperately draw in some much-needed air into his burning lungs. Every cell in his body beginning to scream from the sudden lack of oxygen. The warlock’s body was getting into a self preservation mode and slowed down everything.
“Your spell failed!... Again!” The angry man almost killing him bellowed.
The man’s face was so close to his that the warlock could almost smell the disgusting air from the werewolf’s stomach. Now that was just mean. What little air he managed to squeeze through came with a foul smell that made him want to puke. It was almost enough to wish the brute would just tighten his hold so that no air got in at all, even if that w
