Bertha's POV
The moment Reggie hits the ground, he begins gasping for air and my heart freezes. He wriggles on the cold floor, his fingers curling due to the itching pain of the cuffs fixed on his wrists. The scent of wolfsbane fills the air, sour and suffocating, making my stomach ache.
“Reggie! What's going on?” I go down, kneeling beside him, panic robbing me of my calmness as I speak.
“I can't… breathe,” he says but muffled, his body wriggling violently.
Friedrich moves quickly to his side, trying to break the cuffs on Reggie's wrists but to no avail. “Stay still, damn it!” he yells as his voice strains like a growl.
Reggie's breath suddenly becomes harsher, struggling to breath in and out like the air is being forced out of his lungs.
“What's wrong with him?” I ask, my eye lock
