She Drove Into the Flooded Habitat for One Lioness, but the Male Lion Was Guarding More Than Her Body

ends of the radio.

“I’m on my way,” Caleb said. “Ten minutes.”

“Make it five if the road holds,” Hannah told him. “No siren. No fast approach. And Caleb?”

“Yeah?”

“Do not step between Boone and Juniper.”

She set the radio down and opened the  vehicle door slowly. Cold morning air slipped across her face, carrying the smells of wet clay, crushed grass, and continue reading …