Six

The next morning, as I approached the location that Damien had given me, I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. The night was eerily silent, and the full moon illuminated the area with an ominous glow.

As I got closer, I could hear the sound of growling and snarling in the distance. I knew that the rogue werewolf was nearby.

I slowly crept forward, keeping my senses sharp for any sign of danger. Suddenly, a massive figure leaped out from the darkness, landing in front of me with a loud thud. It was the rogue werewolf.

The werewolf was massive and imposing, easily towering over me. It snarled and bared its sharp teeth, ready to attack.

I quickly reached for my weapon, a sharp silver knife that I had hidden in my pocket. I had trained for years to use it, and I knew that it was my only chance of survival.

The werewolf lunged forward, its claws outstretched. I dodged to the side, but it caught me off guard, and I stumbled backward, narrowly avoiding its attack.

I regained my footing