Tom marked another pin on his map. The pattern confirmed a path unmistakably toward the zoo. “She’s coming back,” he whispered, fingers trembling. But city officials dismissed him again. “Wishful thinking,” the chief scoffed. “She’s prowling for prey.” Tom bit back his rage, knowing Sahara’s hunger wasn’t for meat—it was for family.
After much thought, Tom decided the only way that could work might be to lure Sahara with Nyla’s scent. The cat that wouldn’t fall for food bait must surely respond to the pull of blood tie. The only big hurdle that remained was to convince the authorities and plan the details.