I Hear the Cries of All Animals

"Don't touch there, it hurts." A calico cat picked up from a trash can spoke in my mind. I thought I had tinnitus, until a German Shepherd crashed through the clinic's glass window and snarled at me: "Run! Something's coming!" That wasn't a mad dog—it was a warning. Global animal awakening, and I'm the only one who can understand them. The military is purging "anomalous creatures," biotech giants are "formatting" animal consciousness in the shadows, the animal alliance's warring and pacifist factions are on the verge of collapse, and I, a socially anxious vet who just wants to heal cats and dogs, am pushed onto the tightrope where all conflicts converge. Someone watches me from behind, someone stalks me in the shadows, someone offers lucrative contracts to "buy" me. All I can do is stand between humans and animals, speaking the true... cries for help for those who cannot speak for themselves. As the silent cages begin to close one by one, the more voices I hear, the lonelier I become. This is not a healing pet story; it's a tale of a person caught between two worlds, holding up the only lamp in the darkness.