THE CAVE BIRTH
Author: MoonLeap
last update2026-02-25 18:28:18

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

The Montana wilderness was beautiful and deadly. Mountains touched perfect blue sky while predators hunted in the shadows. Grayson ran through dense forest, half-carrying Ava who stumbled over roots and rocks. Nine months pregnant, exhausted from three days of running, she could barely keep moving.

Behind them, maybe a quarter mile back, Consortium soldiers crashed through the underbrush. Their radios crackled with coordinated search patterns. These weren't amateurs. These we
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