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

did not hurt.

Then Juniper’s pressure fell again.

Owen’s jaw tightened. “Hannah.”

“I see it.”

“We need to close.”

She looked at the three cubs under the warming lights. They wriggled in their towels, all blind need and stubborn life. Then she looked down at Juniper’s face. The lioness lay still, her whiskers damp from the oxygen, her body opened beneath continue reading …