Kong’s muscles bulged as he tore through his enclosure. His low, rumbling growl rose into a deafening roar that cut through the night, sending the workers at the circus scattering in terror. Penny glanced out the window and felt her blood run cold. Kong was loose, tearing through tents and smashing carts with brute force.
The young dancer slipped out of her wagon, trying to remain unseen. She knew what those burning eyes would do if they found her. She had seen the way Kong watched her from his cage, a strange mix of possessiveness and obsession. She darted around the terrain as silently as possible, but a sudden crash behind her told her she wasn’t fast enough.
