Wolfram's eyes fluttered back open, his eyes dragging over the ragged group. He drew in a shuddering breath, the claws of suffocation releasing their grasp on his throat. The anxiety was still pounding at his chest, the voice in his head whispering incoherently over and over. We need to do something...!
"We need to get the key, guys!" He spoke up, forcing himself back on his feet. His voice seemed almost ragged, weak, as if he hadn't used it in days. "We have to get it now, before Mapleshade does. Or we'll lose everything."
"We need to get the key, guys!" He spoke up, forcing himself back on his feet. His voice seemed almost ragged, weak, as if he hadn't used it in days. "We have to get it now, before Mapleshade does. Or we'll lose everything."
