Bruno moved unpredictably.
The tiger's body tensed atop the chair for only a fraction of a second before it exploded upward, lunging for the dining table.
The oakwood table shook as its massive paws landed directly among the porcelain plates.
CRASH!
Carla screamed as her back hit her chair, the carefully arranged dinner collapsing instantly to the ground.
Dishes of different kinds flew off the edge, smashing against the marble floor for the contents inside it to splatter.
The clang of silverware was heard as the spoons drop to the floor along with a few other wine glass cups.
Jolting backward so fast, Carla's chair almost scraped across the floor.
"Ah—!" She pushed her face to the opposite side the moment she felt the imposing and humbling presence of the beast on the table, towering her.
What the hell had just happened? Why did the bloody creature snap?
Her breath caught in her throat as she instinctively raised her arms.
