With the voice filled with fear, Dorothy whispered, "What is it, Miss?"
"I-I don't know," Gwendolyn stuttered, her hands shaking.
The sound came again, a low, guttural growl.
"Oh no..." Dorothy whimpered.
"We have to run, Dorothy," Gwendolyn said, grabbing her arm.
Without a moment to waste, the two of them bolted.
Branches slapped at their faces and arms as they raced through the forest, the heavy scent of rot and decay invading their nostrils.
The sounds of their pursuers grew closer, their snarls and growls echoing through the night.
The trees became a blur, the moonlight barely breaking through the thick canopy overhead.
"There!" Dorothy shouted, pointing to a small cave a few yards away.
Gwendolyn's heart raced, her breath coming in short gasps. The adrenaline coursed through her veins, giving her an extra burst of energy.
