Jackson stood in front of the shelter’s door for a few seconds, his gaze fixated on the tiger that was wandering around.
“It wasn’t moving,” Jackson said, his brows furrowing as his gaze became more attentive. “Seems like it was waiting for something.”
Irene didn’t answer, her hands continuing to caress Misty’s fur. As if now, she was the only source of her strength.
Little did Jackson know, Irene was scared of complete darkness… just like now. Since the shelter was closed, and the narrow gap on it wasn’t enough to illuminate the place, her body trembled.
The same as Misty, and it seemed like it was also feeling her fear. That’s why it’s never leaving her side.
‘s**t,’ Irene thought, feeling the sweat accumulating on her forehead. ‘Why does that tiger need to wander in this place? I c
