Theo whimpered again, his small frame trembling. Elise edged along the slick ledge, every step a gamble. Shadow’s gaze followed her, unblinking, golden fire catching the rain. “It’s me,” she whispered, voice steadying. The panther’s ears twitched, recognizing her voice. The boy’s eyes widened, torn between fear and hope.
A flashlight beam stabbed the ravine, red dots trembling across the rocks. Voices shouted, “Target in sight!” Elise’s stomach lurched. She raised her arms wide, shielding Shadow and Theo both. “Don’t shoot!” she screamed, words shredded by the storm. Rifles clattered, indecision rippling down the line of approaching men.