Title: "Dawn of the Dino Pack"

**Title: Jaws of the Past**

**Chapter 1: The Thunder in the Sky**

My name is Jason Lin, and the day that changed my life started with rain slamming against the windshield as I drove us up the winding road. Five friends, supposed to be a weekend of camping, laughter, marshmallows. Not the stuff of legends—certainly not the stuff of nightmares.

But up ahead, thunder cracked the sky. The car lights flickered. In the woods, something brilliant—blue and unnatural—flashed. Emily gasped as the radio fizzled, voices cutting out mid-song. The air tingled, thick with electricity. That was the last normal moment I would have.

*We all felt it*: the lurch, the warped pressure, as if the world’s foundation was shifting. The lightning didn’t just strike; it reached for us, yanking us into a swirl of blinding light.

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**Chapter 2: Becoming Dinosaur**

When I came-to, my first thought was that someone had rammed my head through a bass drum. My ears echoed, everything was dull and underwater and so heavy. I tried to move—

My legs didn’t respond the way I expected. My feet scraped something gritty. I blinked, tried to raise a hand, and instead I shoved the ground with a *three-clawed* forelimb that was *not* my arm. Sinew arched under black-green scales stippled with ochre. My wrist didn’t rotate; it snapped forward.

I jerked, panic rising. My eyes, set to the side, swiveled. My field of view exploded. I had no nose as I remembered—as I snorted, two nostrils opened on a *snout* jutting meters ahead, long and tapered and ending in a smile made of *teeth*. *So many teeth*.

I staggered up, chest scraping earth. My neck was thick, my shoulders rolled and hunched with ropey muscle. I felt a *sail*—what else could it be?—a stretched, living fan along my back, catching a shimmer of distant sun.

I screamed—or tried to. The sound that ripped out was guttural, rattling from deep in my throat, echoing through a jaw lined with conical daggers. The ground trembled with it.

What had happened to me? To *us*? All I wanted was reflexively to call out names, but my voice—my human voice—was gone.

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**Chapter 3: The Others**

Across the clearing that smelled of wet mud and ferns, I saw movement. Not just one, but several hulking figures, unfamiliar yet instantly dear. A red-plumed raptor whirled and clicked—Emily’s expressive eyes, wide in terror, peered from a feathered visage. Tyler, stocky and stubborn, now a broad-shouldered ankylosaurus covered in nubby armor, tail ending in a spiked club. Madison’s slender shape, draped in sinuous green, bore the crests of a Corythosaurus. Zach’s tinny, panicked chirps vibrated from the beak of a small, quick-footed Gallimimus.

We stood, circling, bewildered and frightened. Communications came as grunts, croaks, snuffs—a tapestry of confusion. The base of my mind buzzed, a new intelligence rising, primal and sharp and far too comfortable in this monstrous form.

I could *smell* the lake, hundreds of meters away—the brine, the fish. My jaw watered for meat. My memories ticked through restless confusion: Where were my hands? My phone? My name?

Then, a rush of fear not my own, from the others—something in the trees. I turned: my new senses snapped into focus; heat, humidity, distant movement.

A shadow flickered—upright, wrong. Not a dinosaur. Men, in glimmering silver suits, watching us from behind veined leaves. One lifted a device, crackling with blue light—the same as the storm. My muscles coiled to charge, to defend my friends.

Was this a nightmare? *Was I Jason Lin?* I remembered my mother’s kitchen, the way toast tasted, friendship and laughter—so foreign now, just glimmering ghosts behind eyes adapted to see in dim twilight and under curdled water.

But I was not alone.

I opened my vast mouth, bellowed, and my friends answered—from human minds in animal bodies—our chorus defiant and full of fury. We would not be specimens. We would not be prey.

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**Chapter 4: On the Run**

We tore through the jungle, crushing ferns and churning mud, learning with every stride how to balance, to flick tail, to duck the sail just so beneath low boughs. Emily zipped beside me, feathers ruffling as she burst ahead, scouting. I blasted a riverbank with water, my jaws twitching as the scent of fish thrummed. Tyler thudded after me—a rolling bulldozer of brute force. Madison trilled, high and mournful, guiding Zach as he zig-zagged with frantic steps.

Behind, those men—those monsters—gave chase.

My mind spasmed with images—dials, syringes, their eyes glinting as we flailed helpless in their arms. I remembered the terror as their machine surged, arcs of light folding us to the dirt. “Subject B: Spinosaurus.” I was their experiment.

But I could feel my power now. The primeval beast—a force of nature, not a victim. I crashed through trees, hunger overcoming fear, muscles answering instincts burned into genetic code. My friends kept pace; their shapes—alien but familiar—cooperated, leaned into new strengths, drew on ancient, shared will.

*We had a chance to survive. To find answers. To fight for our human selves within these bodies of living history.*

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**Chapter 5: A New Dawn**

At the edge of a vast river, the men stopped their chase. The machines in their hands sparked, humming with threat—then fizzled out, defeated by some force I couldn’t name. We roared defiance and promise: *We are still here*.

In that wild place between past and future, in the bodies of monsters, I looked at my friends—my pack, my family—and knew our adventure had only just begun.

We would find the keys to our transformation, unearth buried secrets, and stay one step ahead of those who’d stolen our humanity. Through mud and tooth and bone, through the jaws of the past, we would fight—together.

Because even as a dinosaur, with the world rewritten, I was still Jason Lin. And I would not let us become extinct.

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**[End of Excerpt: If you’d like to continue reading Jason and his friends’ wild adventure in the land of dinosaurs—now as dinosaurs—let me know!]**

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