Jackson climbed toward the upper ridge of the waterfall, peering down from the rocks.
The clearing below was empty—no sign of the two wild figures he had just witnessed.
For a moment, he wondered if it had all been a hallucination.
But deep down, he knew better.
This island was far more complicated—and far more dangerous—than he’d imagined.
Predators weren’t the only things that hunted here. There were people—beasts in human form—who could rip a bear apart with their bare hands.
If he didn’t find a way off this island soon, none of them would survive.
He sat on a boulder, lost in thought, not realizing that something was already moving toward him.
A shadow crossed the ground.
Instinct kicked in. Jackson rolled to the side—just as a massive blur of muscle and fur crashed down where
