THREATS

Elena spent about two hours trying to fit Mari’s car seat into the backseat of the truck.

Then she went back into the cabin to wash and dress Marigold, who she put in a fluffy, yellow onesie.

She put a white cap on Mari’s head and matching white woolen booties on the infant’s tiny feet.

Not that Marigold was that tiny any longer. The baby was growing faster and faster every day … faster than most babies.

Elena had a feeling it had something to do with her bear-shifter genes.

Marigold was even outgrowing the clothes that Elena had purchased two weeks earlier.

“I’ll stop by the baby care store in town,” Elena whispered to Marigold. She stroked the baby’s cheek once and then lifted her into her arms. “And we’ll get you some new threads.”

Elena grabbed her bag on the way out, as well as the Maya wrap Atlas had purchased.

She settled Marigold safely into the car seat, strapping her in tightly. Then Elena got into the driver’s seat and turned on the beast of a truck.

The engine roared to li