It was supposed to be a vacation.

Price had taken his family to DinoPark, a high-tech attraction showcasing the genetic resurrection of dinosaurs in a tightly controlled environment.

It was meant to be safe.

It was meant to be a break from war.

It was meant to be normal.

Then—the system failed.

Dinosaurs broke loose across the park.

TF141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Kamarov, Krueger, Nikto, Farah, Laswell, Alex, Nikolai, and Horace—were called in for containment while the crowds evacuated.

Price had no doubt his family was already out, far away from the chaos.

He had no reason to think otherwise.

Except—his sixteen-year-old daughter wasn’t the type to let him charge into danger alone.

Which led to this moment.

TF141 was cornered.

Not by one T-Rex.

By a family.

A mother and her mate, towering masses of muscle, watching their prey with calculating hunger.

Four juveniles, each twice the size of an armored vehicle, pacing impatiently, sharp eyes locked on their next meal.

TF141?

Out of ammo.

No guns. No options. Just seconds left.

Ghost breathed out slowly, staring up at the monstrous creatures. His grip on his empty rifle tightened.

Soap clenched his jaw, voice bitter. “This is how we go?”

Gaz exhaled sharply. “Dying in a damn theme park.”

Roach shook his head, swallowing hard. “No one will even know what happened.”

Alejandro scoffed under his breath. “Not exactly the way I planned my exit.”

Rodolfo let out a slow breath, accepting it. “It was gonna happen one day.”

Kamarov pressed his lips into a thin line. “I just thought I’d at least get to fight back.”

Krueger’s voice was low. “There’s no winning against this.”

Nikto huffed, bitter. “We were never meant to face this kind of enemy.”

Farah narrowed her eyes. “They were never meant to exist.”

Laswell inhaled sharply, jaw tight. “Now we pay for that mistake.”

Alex muttered something under his breath, gaze locked on the alpha pair. “We should have stayed the hell away.”

Nikolai exhaled deeply, resigned. “They will erase us before anyone even notices.”

Horace’s voice was flat. “So much for dying with dignity.”

Then—

Fire.

A Molotov, thrown with deadly precision, collided against the side of the female T-Rex, flames erupting across her scales.

Her scream rattled the ground.

The juveniles recoiled—shocked, confused, thrown off.

The massive male snapped his head toward the attack, searching—furious.

TF141 whipped their heads toward the source.

And standing on the wreckage of a collapsed balcony, gripping the handlebars of a motorcycle, a flare burning bright in one hand, was Price’s daughter.

His teenage daughter.

Price’s pulse hammered.

She snapped her wrist, hurling another Molotov, flames swallowing the male T-Rex as he bellowed in rage.

Then—she shouted.

"What’s wrong, overgrown lizard? Didn’t like the appetizer?"

The mother screeched, stomping forward—fixated.

"Come on, bag of bones, you going to let your little hatchlings watch you get roasted?"

The juveniles snapped toward her, seeing the movement, the fire, the challenge.

Price’s hands tightened into fists.

Ghost murmured. “She’s baiting them.”

Soap’s voice was tense. “She’s going to get herself killed.”

Gaz dragged a hand down his face. “She’s leading them away.”

Alejandro muttered under his breath. “You lot ever seen someone outrun a T-Rex before?”

Rodolfo clenched his jaw. “She’s insane.”

Kamarov blinked, watching carefully. “No. She’s calculating.”

Krueger narrowed his eyes. “If she miscalculates, she’s dead.”