I found myself running as fast as I could. I sprinted through the dense forest, my heart pounding in my chest like a war drum. The moon cast eerie shadows between the gnarled branches, and the chilling howls of the pursuing werewolf echoed through the night. Every breath felt like fire in my lungs, but fear fueled my legs, pushing me beyond my limits.
My mind raced with the impossibility of the situation. Werewolves weren't supposed to exist, but the snarls and rustling behind me were all too real. I couldn't afford to dwell on disbelief; I needed to survive.
As I darted around trees and leaped over fallen logs, the werewolf's growls grew louder, closer. Panic threatened to overtake me, but a surge of determination kept me going. My eyes scanned the surroundings for any sign of escape, a
