Parental call

The roar outside deepened, rattling the shed walls. The infant alligators responded instantly, squeals rising in a shrill chorus. The sound was deafening, cries calling out into the night. Ben and Clinton exchanged uneasy glances. The hair on Ben’s arms stood up. This wasn’t random noise. The hatchlings were summoning someone. In the darkness beyond, the response was already here.
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