"Run, Maya! It's coming!" Agnes shouted, her voice sharp with urgency.
Maya's heart pounded in her chest as she sprinted through the dark forest, branches clawing at her clothes. The full moon cast eerie shadows, and the distant howl of the rogue werewolf echoed ominously. Maya could hear it, closing in, a chilling reminder of the danger they faced.
"I'm trying!" Maya yelled back, her breath coming in ragged gasps. Her new werewolf senses were on high alert, but the rogue's speed was unnerving. She could barely keep up, let alone outpace it. The rogue's growls grew louder, more menacing.
"Agnes, what's the plan?" Maya asked, weaving through the trees. "We can't keep running forever!"
"We need to reach the old ruins!" Agnes replied, her voice steady despite the chaos. "There's something there that might help us."