Over the next few days, the eagle grew rapidly. Its wings were far stronger than she had expected, and its movements were too graceful and calculated for a bird.
It didn’t cry or screech like most eagles. Instead, it made low, rumbling growls and sometimes even let out a faint, unearthly roar. There was a sense of quiet power in its presence.
Neighbors began to take notice. “That’s not a normal eagle,” one of them said. Ava laughed nervously, trying to dismiss their concerns.