Roseanne's scream pierced the chaos, loud and desperate, her voice carrying with an unexpected force that echoed in the night air. The rogue, who was mere inches from attacking her and the pregnant Luna, suddenly halted, its snarl frozen in place. It was as if time itself had obeyed her cry, stopping the rogue in mid-lunge.
Both Roseanne and the pregnant Luna stared in stunned disbelief. The rogue's claws hung in the air, poised to strike, but it remained motionless, eyes wide as if confused by its own body's betrayal. Roseanne could feel her heart racing, the thrum of it pulsing in her ears. What had just happened? Did she… do that?
The pregnant Luna gripped her arm tightly, her breath shaky as she gasped out, "We need to go. Now!"
