A deafening growl sent raw, primal fear through my body. Adrenaline flooded me. My eyes sprang open. Pitted asphalt pressed against my cheek, scratching, piercing. Several yards away, two jet-black bodies collided in midair, then rolled and slammed against the large tire of Zet's truck. The pavement, the night, the bodies were all dark. I wasn't sure what was happening, wasn't ready to accept that those wild snarls belonged to what my eyes suggested.
Two black panthers!
A flash of white fangs and yellow eyes confirmed my fears.
The animals rolled, biting, clawing savagely. I sat up and scooted backward, pushing with my good leg. The panthers stopped rolling. The one on top roared and opened its jaws wide, ready to bite. Was that one Faris? Or Zet? If the latter, I was dead. I fought to stand and stumbled. Leaving my bag on the ground, I finally managed to get to my feet and headed for the theater's front door, limping.
Where was everyone? Couldn't they see it was a friggin' zoo out here?!