Bash threw himself against the walls of the Werewolf Room, causing the whole basement to rumble, leaving me to wonder if he would survive.
Michelle nodded toward Bash, folding her arms across her chest. "Do you think it'll hold?"
I shook my head. "I have no idea, but I sure hope so. Both Dire Wolves and Hellhounds are naturally stronger than wolf-shifters. If he gets out of there before his Hellhound is gone, then we're dead meat."
Michelle's head snapped up. "Could you use a spell to subdue him?"
"You know, that's a good idea." I held my hands up and closed my eyes.
"Somnum!" A bright white light radiated from my hands and surrounded him. Bash immediately fell asleep, falling flat on the floor with a loud thud.
"Wow." Michelle looked down at Bash lying on the floor. "That was... powerful... and disturbing." She chuckled. "Remind me never to get on your bad side."
