“Not even close,” Jared replied. “We’ve checked the enclosure—nothing’s out of place. But they’re acting like that spot is… dangerous.” Maria leaned in, keeping her tone soft and familiar. “Lila, honey… what’s going on?” The matriarch let out a low rumble: deep, hollow, uneasy.
The others echoed it, the sound rolling through the air like distant thunder. Maria felt her skin prickle. This wasn’t just fear. This was instinct, raw, ancient, and certain. “What do you want us to do?” Jared asked, voice tight.