My muscles wobbled along with the magical barrier wrapped around the small cottage. I struggled to breathe. My chest burned, and my eardrums sang.
'We can do this, Kyleon," Wolfie encouraged.
Yes, we could.
The pressure of the barrier was too much for my warlock strength. Judging by the added stress my body was under, it was safe to say I was the only one left in this battle. I wasn't complaining, though. Now I just had to show my Mom and Dad I could be an asset on their mission to cure the world. If I could beat this thing.
My knees trembled and my heart hammered in my temples. Perspiration trickled down my face.
Instead of using the powers of a warlock, I summoned the strength of my wolf.
