Lost Creek Hollow april serenade

Thunder was outside and now it was inside, too. Mae’s rolling growl, no matter how tiny, made Shadow’s brain vibrate in its case with fear. The neonate was completely helpless and relied on her guardians for every aspect of survival… but her instinct to live was strong.

She cried even louder, petrified and hurried away from Mae to hug the wall of the den. Mother! Mother! Help!