Staring into the moonless night sky, Delta pondered in the safety of the raptor enclosure. Cloaked by the dark, she plotted and conspired. There was no sleep for her that night, as usual. Too many emotions prevented any peace in the thoughts of the troubled animal. As she pondered, sorrow quickly became anger which soon turned into hate. She hated Blue. Often, she would try to form an excuse for her traitorous sister's actions but she would quickly reassure herself that there was no excuse that could justify the unforgivable sins committed. Her mind twisted and distorted reality until Delta completely loathed her sister.

Delta was always the thinker of the raptor pack. Or perhaps more accurately: the overthinker. Of course, like the others, she held sisterhood and strength close to her, but she much prefered logic over both. Despite her deep thoughts, the other raptors realised that she often had a disturbing, twisted view of things. She would closely study any animal forced into their enclosure to search for weaknesses rather than out of curiosity or unease. She would experiment with attacks until she found a killing blow and practiced it until it was perfected. Eventually, she had the knowledge to efficiently kill a worryingly large number of species. That was long ago, however, but those experiences had proven themselves useful ever since.

Morning arrived swiftly. Darkness fled the enclosure with haste, leaving Delta alone. In silence, she left and made her way to the main street. Remaining in the safety of the shade, she watched. Blue was leaving the main street, unaware of Delta's presence. Unseen, the vengeful raptor spat at the sight of her enemy. However, something else caught her eye. Tailing Blue was a smaller, immature raptor. Her calculating mind began generating theories. Could this younger raptor be a danger? Could it be a weakness? Most importantly, could it be exploited?

Both figures left Delta's perceptive gaze and she returned to her enclosure once again. This time she wasn't alone. A pungent stench polluted the air. She recognised it as the smell of human. Approaching the entrance, Delta spotted the intruders. There were five humans in total. Three of them wore bulky armour and carried weapons. The other two were setting equipment up.

Delta entered the raptor enclosure stealthily. Moving amidst the foliage, she crept closer to the unwanted humans. Two of the armed people moved to guard the entrance, leaving the third one alone to watch the unarmed humans struggle as they moved heavy machinery around and set up tents. Now seperated and vulnerable, he was soundlessly killed by Delta. A large, gory bite tore his neck apart, preventing him from calling for help or screaming in agony. Instead, a few chokes made their way out before the human was silenced for good.

After a surprisingly long delay, one of the unarmed intruders finally realised that somebody was missing. He called for the remaining two armed humans with a young, wavering voice.

"... guys?"

The guards rolled their eyes. "They probably need help lifting something" one said to the other, who then sighed and sluggishly walked into the enclosure. With stressed eyes, he stared through the human who had called.

After a moment of staring he finally spoke in a frustrated, impatient tone. "What?"

The unarmed human was shaking and pale. He replied. "Wasn't there three of you?" At this, the armed guard raised an eyebrow. He looked around to confirm that one of them was missing and then the colour began to fade from his face too.

Delta took the opportunity to pick off the lone one at the entrance. Just like last time, she performed her well rehersed kill, then slipped back into the flora. The final armed and armoured human was still taking in the situation. He decided to go back and consult the other guard. However, as he walked into the entrance with his gun raised, he noticed that yet another man was missing. Behind him, Delta prepared her killing blow one last time.

Meanwhile, the last two intruders were panicking. Now that the last person with a weapon had left them, they felt completely defenceless. They both backed closer to the concrete wall in an attempt to prevent a surprise attack. This didn't bother Delta. There was no need for surprise. She emerged from the plants revealing her full, scarred body to her prey. She displayed an eldritch grin revealing the dagger-like teeth that lined her mouth. She widened her unblinking eye and focused on her helpless prey...

Delta feasted on one of the corpses as her active mind continued to plan. She hadn't tasted human flesh for a long time; not since the Indominus incident. Eventually, after some time tearing red meat from the bodies of her prey, Delta raised her head and looked up to the sun. It had begun its descent to make way for the night. Delta left her meal and once again made her way to the main street.

Assuming her usual hiding position, she instantly noticed the flood of humans busily moving from building to building. Just like the unwanted guests in the raptor enclosure, they were setting up machinery and tents. Some armoured humans patrolled the perimeter. Then, she saw Blue and the younger raptor slip away unseen.

Unsurprisingly, Delta started thinking until an uproar spontaneously sounded from the humans. She peered at the crowd that had formed and was moving down the street, surrounding a vehicle that seemed to contain whatever was stirring up the invaders. It slowly came to a halt and two men parted the crowd to open the back, revealing the content of the van. Upon seeing inside, the crowd cheered. Held within was a raptor that Delta didn't recognise. It was in a deep sleep, but it was breathing. It was far younger than Delta but was definitely mature.

People dragged the sleeping raptor out of the van and away from the main street where there waited a typical animal cage of thick, metal bars. Delta followed and waited in hiding until the captive was left with a single guard to keep watch. An isolated individual makes for a very easy kill. She performed her clean kill and hid the body in thick plants in time for the caged raptor to awake. Shaking its head, it looked around and saw Delta, then realised it was caged.

The prisoner spoke to Delta. "I haven't seen you before... who are you?"

Delta spoke in an expressionless tone. "I was going to ask you the very same thing. I didn't think there were any other raptors on this island."

The caged one replied, showing in its voice that it was made slightly on edge by Delta's presence. "There's plenty of us here. I'm Tango, I'm part of Foxtrot's pack."

Delta showed no emotion in her face, it was frozen for the interrogation. "Foxtrot?"

Tango replied hastily. "Yeah, he's the Alpha and he's the oldest raptor I know... well, other than you I guess. You look much older." Realising what he said, he quickly added, "no offence."

Delta moved closer, causing Tango to retreat back into his cage slightly. "None taken. I should very much like to meet this 'Foxtrot'. If I release you, can you take me to him?"

Tango nodded. "Definitely, I'd be going to him anyway. It's a deal."

Delta recognised the cage door with ease and, with a single kick to the lock, burst the door open. Tango looked slightly embarrassed as he left the cage. Delta made jailbreaking look like an extremely obvious and easy thing to do, although he supposed it probably wasn't.

Delta watched him exit the cage before speaking. "Oh, I'm Delta, by the way." Tango nodded in acknowledgement.

Behind her, Delta heard footsteps. She turned and froze. A familiar face stared into her good eye. Standing in front of her was the Alpha, who had appeared from out of nowhere. They both looked at each other in amazement. The Alpha finally broke the silence.

"Delta?"