Progress… Little Steps, But Still… Progress

[HAWI]

"Make me," Razia said and Hawi chuckled before Hawi stared at her chest, casting a silent spell in her head, before three of Razia's ribs suddenly poked out of her chest, making the woman scream.

"Do we understand each other now?" Hawi asked and Razia nodded, but Hawi pressed harder on the woman's neck. She could feel Razia's trachea and just a little more force and Razia Greyson would have a crushed trachea.

Razia stared into Hawi's eyes, her hands curling into fists yet for some reason she was unable to use her hands on Hawi. That was probably because Malika had bound Razia's hands with magic, not to mention she had trashed all of Razia's magic.

Left alone there Razia was just another werewolf who hoped to be safe, but would that even work now that Hawi was done being nice or even playing the little game of truths and falses? Would Razia even survive this?