Alex was suddenly aware that something had changed. It took him a few seconds to realize what it was and at once he felt the hairs on the back of his neck bristle and stand on end.
What he had taken to be a tiger-skin rug had just stood up.
It was a tiger, alive and angry.
A white Siberian tiger.
The creature stretched itself. Alex saw the perfect muscles rippling behind the thick fur. He tried to move but found he couldn’t. He wondered what had happened to him, then realized. He was terrified. Rooted to the spot. He was just ten steps away from an animal that had, for centuries, inspired dread across three continents.
The tiger growled. It was a low, rumbling noise, somehow more terrible than anything Alex had ever heard. He tried to find the strength to move, to put something between the two of them. But there was nothing.
The tiger took a step forward. It was preparing to leap. Its eyes darkened. Its jaw hung open, revealing the two lines of white dagger teeth. It growled a second time, louder, more continuous.
Then it leaped.
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