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

path, but with Juniper he had always been careful, almost formal, as if the world required gentleness only in her presence.

That morning, gentleness was all he had left.

Juniper lay on her side in the mud, her ribs lifting in shallow, uneven waves. Her belly tightened hard, then released without moving anything forward. Dark wetness stained the grass continue reading …