The predators were silent, watching their lunch parade by them.
She forced her face to remain emotionless, her form still enough not to draw attention, like a wounded animal trying not to distract the hungry predators fighting over it.
Think of yourself in the predators' wing of the zoo.
In the wild, predators killed the weak so that there would be more for the strong.
If the men around her were predators, the man who entered next was their alpha.
From his cold features to his controlled, efficient movement, to the low, commanding tone, there was no doubt he belonged in the predators' wing of the zoo.