Roar of the Wild Beast
The moon was high, and the jungle stood still.
Every creature hid in its den, burrow, or nest—silent, trembling, aware that tonight he roamed. Not a lion. Not a tiger. Something older, darker, and more feral. The beast had no name, for no one survived to give it one. But among whispers of leaves and frightened chirps, the animals called him "The Roar in the Shadows."
