And then I heard it.
A scream.
“ROGUE!”
Before I could react, the crowd surged. People screamed and ran, wine forgotten on the ground, bodies slamming into one another. I was jostled so hard I nearly collapsed, each wave of frightened people pushing me closer and closer to the fire.
Somewhere through the throng, I saw a wolf leap from the treeline. A rogue, its fur matted and patchy, foamy saliva dripping from its jaws.
As the crowd moved around me, I knew I had to act quickly.
I caught my footing just before someone jostled me into the fire, the heat from the flames nearly singeing my face, and shoved my way back through the crowd. My heart stuttered as I saw the rogue stalking toward a little girl who was crying, standing frozen, her ice cream cone melting at her
