The tiny golden pup was inside the tiger enclosure, standing near the artificial stream, tail wagging uncertainly. Visitors stared in horror. Some whispered prayers. Others backed away slowly. “Where’s the tiger?” Jamie whispered. No one answered. A moment later, Meera stepped into view.
The air changed instantly. Gasps turned to silence. Every muscle in Jamie’s body turned to ice. Meera padded forward, slow, deliberate, her eyes fixed on the tiny intruder. She was many times his height and weight. Her paws made no sound on the grass. Jamie felt his mouth go dry.