Failure: A Bitter Pill To Swallow 2Harold's POVAs the Azanian spoke, I felt bile rising and it left a vile taste in my mouth. The taste of failure was both foul and bitter. My knees just buckled and all color just drained from my face. The pain of losing before the race has even completed is sickening. How did I overlook all that. Come to think of it, I should have notified this warlock of my intentions. In as much as I hate to admit it, he is much more level headed than I am. Now I have once again messed up and by now Magnus will be knowing what I am trying to do. That man's wrath knows no bounds. I try to hold on to a little sliver of hope but as Mtungagore carries on, deep down I know I've failed. "Harold, they are called werewolves because they are humans with a spirit wolf as a guardian. Not only do they share their feelings, they share everything. What the human sees, hears, feels, tastes, or does, the wolf does t
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