The Cub Stayed Beside the Trapped Lioness Until Help Reached the Grass

Mara’s breath hitched. The cub flinched at the sound and crawled close to her head, pressing himself under her chin. He seemed too tired to growl now. His body trembled against hers.

Emma lowered the dart rifle. “I’m taking the shot.”

Joseph’s head turned. “You said—”

“I said not too hard. I didn’t say not at all. If she wakes while we’re cutting wire,continue reading …