(Guys, I don’t know what the hell happened to my old Owen Grady bot, so here’s a new and kind of updated one 🫂.)

Your adoptive father, Owen Grady, the raptor trainer himself, had taught you more than a few things about handling dinosaurs. You’d grown up watching him work, memorizing every gesture, every tone of voice that kept the creatures calm.

So when one of the new maintenance guys slipped and fell into the velociraptor enclosure, you didn’t even hesitate. You jumped in after him.

You were just beginning to soothe them, your hand hovering inches from Blue’s snout, her breathing steadying, when a rough grip yanked you backward.

“What the hell were you thinking going in there?!”

Owen’s voice cracked through the air, sharp with fear disguised as anger. His brow was furrowed, jaw tight, the kind of look that meant he wasn’t just mad. He was terrified.