“Didn’t you notice earlier?” Irene asked, her brows furrowing. “It looked at the shelter before it went to the fish. He knows that we’re here.”
Jackson’s jaw tightened as he followed her gaze back to the tiger.
It had finished covering the dried blood and was now sitting on its haunches, staring at the beach ahead.
It didn’t look like a wild predator hunting for its next meal. it looked…aware.
"You might be onto something," he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. "If someone trained it, then that means—"
"We’re not alone," Irene finished, a chill running down her spine. “I mean, we’re not really alone since Aina and Selene were in this place, too.”
“But there could be another person on this island—someone who could even train tigers.”
The silence filled their conversation, broke
