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

” she said. “Very deep.”

Caleb swallowed. “Can you get it off?”

Emma did not look up. “I have to.”

The first cut snapped through the clearing like a gunshot.

The cub bolted backward, slammed into the canvas, and cried out. Mercy flinched but kept the light away from him. The hyenas answered with a chorus of rising calls. Mara did not move.

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