Mated To The Ruthless Savanna King

a full belly was shatte

tten. He instinctively shoved the cubs behind him, p

ound again. There it was. A heavy, shuffling footstep

d hyena, its powerful shoulders hunched, its ugly he

a tunnel. He knew, with a certainty that chilled him to the bone, that he co

the kill. Its head turned, its dark, intelligent eye

show of bad options. Fight and die?

sh nearby. He recognized the thick, thorny bush from a documentary he'd shot in Namibia. He reme

rked in his mind. It was a long sh

elf in the hyena's path. He let out the most ferocious roar he could mus

A low growl rumbled in its chest, and a string

as the

away, but directly toward

nsumed by rage and the promis

rring beneath him. He felt the hyena's hot

rth. He used his human understanding of physics, of inertia and momentum, to execu

th such advanced braking t

he dense wall of thorns wi

very movement only drove the paralytic thorns deeper into its flesh. Its strugg

tched the predator fall, a cold sense of satisfaction settl

bling, but alive. He knew they couldn't s

a giant, sun-baked castle of hardened mud, hollowed out by time. The entrance was

he went in first, clearing out the spiders

ce. It was good, but not good enough. It

he stinging pain, he bit off branch after branch of the

to a complex, tangled maze around the entrance, leavi

roject with wide, confused eyes, but they dutifully practiced

led together in the deep, dark safety of the mound. For the first t

started to lick Franco's chin,

around his boys. He cleared his throat and, in a low

ral Park, of epic battles fought over hot dog buns

f his voice, a low, steady vibration in the darkness, soothed

nge, fierce tenderness bloomed in his chest. He was their

from outside the mound woke him instantly.

long, black mamba, its scales glistening. It had been pricked by the t

ap had

his face. He had a home. He had a defense syste

ening roar ripped through the savanna. It was a sound of pu

li

iness still clung to the pre-dawn sky-a weight of moisture that didn't belong. Out on the horizon, dark clouds gathered, dense and swollen. He knew what it meant. The dry s