22130 Million Years Ago, ChinaThe sun was at its highest, and so was the heat of the day. Grip was still racing along on the trail of the six killer dinosaurs. He hadn't rested since leaving home, and he had no plan to do so. All he could think about was revenge.
Panting, he chased the killers' trail through a clearing in the forest, pushing harder to get out of the direct sunlight as fast as he could. The sun's heat sizzled down from above, baking the mottled brown and white fur on his back, making him pant harder and feel more tired.
Then, suddenly, the heat stopped. So did the light.
All at once, the forest around him went dark. Without warning, day became night.
Grip froze in his tracks. His red-tipped ears perked and swiveled, listening for signs of danger, but he found onl
