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ever lying beneath this beast.
If she had the urge to retch just standing beside him, how would she react
while he rutted her? It was a most disturbing impression. “Until that day
arrives, keep your hands to yourself.” As she turned and stomped off she heard
a low growl barrel from his throat.
    Quickly she scoped the area for her mom, hoping she wasn’t
present. She’d only prevent Wisteria from leaving since Boar hadn’t returned
home yet.
    After another modest scan of the camp she approached Ivy,
who sat near the fire scooping grains from a bowl with her fingers. “I no
longer have an appetite,” Wisteria whispered. “I’m going to the lake to bathe.
Don’t tell Momma. I don’t want her to worry. I’ll search for Boar and Dahlia
while I’m there. I won’t be gone long.”
    She didn’t wait for Ivy to respond and she headed toward the
forest and darted down the path.
    She stopped beside the nest to claim Vulcan’s moccasins and
noticed only one of the four eggs remained. A large crack stretched across the
center. She reached forward to pick it up to examine but it rolled to the
opposite side. She smiled. “Hello in there. Are you going to come out today?”
    How long did it take eggs to hatch? Didn’t they require
warmth? Lying in the shaded forest on cool ground couldn’t be beneficial. She
glanced at the moccasins. Would Vulcan be upset if she used them to incubate
the egg?
    Just as she lifted the shell, a tiny gray head with black
beady eyes popped through the crack.
    Wisteria’s jaw dropped when its little mouth opened and it
squawked. A teensy mouth, full of sharp teeth. She quickly returned the egg to
the nest.
    The creature had a snout and smooth head like a rhino, and
scaly skin like a snake. No beak. No feathers. No soothing chirping sounds as
those of a bird.
    What is it? “You’re cute, but unlike anything I’ve
ever seen.” Then the remaining shell shattered and two odd-shaped, pointed
wings emerged. A long tail unrolled and flopped onto the bottom of the nest.
    Wisteria gasped as blue-tinted spikes rose from its spine.
It squawked again and tried to stand but it wobbled and fell onto its side.
Instinctively she reached forward to help it stand upright but at the last
moment quickly retracted her hand. Those teeth, no matter how small, looked
capable of causing major damage. Then she noticed two stubby legs kicking into
the air, each equipped with webbed feet and three talons.
    The thought of its full-sized mom sent shivers down
Wisteria’s back. She had no doubt she’d seen its wingspan yesterday and she
didn’t want to be anywhere near the baby when its momma returned.
    Wisteria stood and backed away from the nest. The little
creature rolled onto its belly and then it stood on its feet. Once balanced it
tried walking but fell on its face and its back end and tail rose, pointing
toward the treetops. “Aw, you poor little thing.”
    As much as she wanted to help, she refrained. Aside from
getting bitten, she didn’t want to leave her scent for its momma. “Well, I’ll
see you later,” Wisteria said then turned and ran to the lake.
    She stood on the edge and dipped her toes into the brisk
water. Gooseflesh instantly rose on her arms. Normally the cold rush didn’t
affect her and she would’ve plunged right in. Nor would she have hesitated to
pet the little creature in the nest when it’d hatched. Oddly she felt extremely
perceptive today and her senses were much sharper, as if they’d awoken from a
deep slumber.
    She held her breath and forced herself to wade in knee-deep.
She shivered and her teeth chattered but that response didn’t equate to the
shock her private parts sustained when she walked farther into the water and
they grazed the cold. Sharp prickles, as if being poked with quills, tore
through her woman’s flesh. It wasn’t as painful as it was alarming but chills
bristled up her spine.
    She gasped. Rather than acting on the impulse to return to
shore, she