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Lightning struck out at sea. Caracal sucked in a great breath at the sight and stopped crying to marvel for a moment. It was a sign from God, he just knew it, but he didn’t know what it meant.

Something he did know was that Towhee had very nearly been hit by lightning recently. He shouldn’t mess around. The tide pulled at him but Caracal turned and began to push toward shore, ducking his head against a sudden downpour.

He thought he heard something and squinted at the beach, where he saw a red speck through the rainfall. Was that Dinah? He felt a burst of anger at her for being out here in this weather, when she was already in a bad way. But it was as short-lived as the bolts of lightning tearing across the sky.

Dinah! We need to find cover, Caracal said, leaping out of the shallows and gently pushing his daughter inland, toward the grove of trees at the foot of The Greenhills.