"I... I can't breathe... Please let go of me!"

"If you want your f*cking life to be prolonged, do us a favor and teleport us!" exclaimed Grey.

"But our stamina is still low, it would be too risky for us to use our magic on powerful werewolves like you. We will surely die-"

"I don't care whether you die or not. My mission is far more important than your lives. Do you know what would happen once we returned here empty-handed? King Abaddon will kill us with his own hands."

"O...kay... I cou...ld hardly breath. Please take your filthy hands off of me. I'll try it again!"

Grey let go...