“Come on, then!” Jackson taunted, his voice loud and steady though his pulse raced beneath the surface. Hyenas were nasty creatures—relentless, unpredictable—and the last thing he wanted was a direct fight with three of them.
Lily stared at him in disbelief. Seriously? Could you maybe not provoke the wild predators right now?
The hyenas snarled, baring yellowed fangs, pacing left and right as if testing his nerve. They didn’t dare charge—not with that sharp, gleaming weapon in his hand—but their furious growls echoed through the clearing.
Jackson swung the spear made from his poisoned iron triangle and waved it threateningly. “Yeah, that’s right—back off!”
To his surprise, the hyenas hesitated, then abruptly turned tail and bolted.
“Huh? What’s wrong with them?” Lily blinked, dumbfoun
