One of the massive tigers prowled loose in the corridor, muscles rippling, eyes blazing with confusion. Staff scrambled, tranquilizer rifles trembling in their hands. The director barked orders. Zachary’s chest clenched with terror—not for himself, but for what this would mean. One wrong move, and the animals would never survive.
Before he could react, a bark split the din. Daisy, slower with age but still fierce, had slipped free from her kennel. She trotted into view, tail stiff, ears pricked, ignoring Zachary’s desperate cry. Gasps rippled through the staff as she padded toward the loose tiger.