An Ominous Growl
Just a few feet away now, the lioness bared her teeth with a deep, rumbling growl that sent shivers down my spine. “Back up, Jake,”
someone muttered, gripping the edge of their seat tightly. But Jake remained as calm as ever, almost as if he was in a trance.
His keen eyes never left the lioness. She seemed torn between warning him off and seeking some unknown comfort.
Every breath from her felt like a bomb about to go off.