“I’m glad,” I answered with a growling laugh. “Want some more?”
“I know where your babies are. Your sweet little filhotes.”
“You’ll have to kill me to get near them. And even then it won’t be easy.”
“That sounds tempting!” he laughed, hunched over himself.
The beast bared its teeth—almost luminous white against its dark fur. Its eyes gleamed faintly in the darkness, that horrible intense yellow.
He was very fast—that much I had already confirmed.
But what I didn’t know until then was that he could jump very far.
He charged toward me and leaped from what I estimate must have been about six meters away, as if it were nothing.
He was built for such maneuvers.
And he knew how to fight.
He landed on top of me, but he didn’t knock me down. I dropped backward onto the railroad ties and
