The rogues bared their teeth at Roxy and Celestia, making the two freeze in place. Roxy gulped and clenched her hand into a fist. She wasn't afraid for herself—but for Celestia, who had been entrusted to her.
“Celestia, when I shout ‘run,’ you run, okay?” Roxy whispered.
“But what about you?!” Celestia asked, on the verge of tears. She could feel herself trembling with fear.
“Run!” Roxy yelled, shifting into her wolf form mid-air.
Forced to leave Roxy behind, Celestia turned and ran, praying to the Goddesses that someone or anyone would show up to help. But her fear deepened when she heard the pounding of paws behind her. One of the rogues had broken off and was now chasing her.
“Oh gods,” she whispered. Her legs were weakening beneath her, but she couldn’t afford to stop because doin
