BRIANNA
I lunged towards James and wrapped my arms around him, shielding him from the hissing powder that was now finding its way into my lungs.
I could not stop breathing and there was no way I could stop the purple fist from wrapping around us like a very thick cloud.
It had no smell or taste, it was not even distinguishable from the air that I breathed in except for the fact that it burned holes in my soul and spine.
I screamed as it burned and it felt as if I was breathing in acid. My lungs were already sore from the smoke I inhaled this morning… This, this was more than torture.
The witches cackled.
“An eye for an eye. Two plates of hot food for a white wolf. Such a great bargain.”
I opened my eyes as James screamed and the purple dust seemed to be multiplying and seeping
