Ethan marveled at her boldness but felt a knot twist in his gut. The staff grew uneasy. “It’s only a matter of time,” one keeper muttered. “They’re lions, not house cats.” Another added, “What happens when they’re strong enough to forget she’s not prey?” Their voices carried through breakrooms and corridors, each one planting heavier doubts in Ethan’s chest.
Marla cornered him one evening after rounds. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” she admitted, eyes tired but sincere. “But you can’t ignore what’s coming. You’ll be the one held responsible if it goes wrong.” Ethan didn’t argue, because what was there to say? He trusted Bella, trusted the bond she had built. But trust wasn’t armor. One mistake, one swipe, and it could all collapse.