Piraг±a 1 Apr 2026

Mateo looked at his toe. A tiny, perfect scratch sat right on the tip, a single bead of blood blooming like a ruby. "He touched me," Mateo whispered, his bravado gone.

"That was Piraña One," Tomas said, his voice dropping to a low rumble. "The scout. The one who tells the others that something soft has entered the territory." PiraГ±a 1

"Don't let your toes dip, niño ," Tomas warned without looking up. "The river is hungry today." Mateo looked at his toe