To call the liquescent horror that slid out from between my legs a monstrosity would be a falsehood. As its head twisted upwards to face me, and its forked tongue sought my swollen breast, I knew I would protect this creature with my life.
“They will cut down the tree that would be your coffin,” I whispered. “But we won’t let them, love.”
The wind howled with an urgency surpassed only by the incessant uproar of those determined to fatally subdue the infant’s cries.
I held the beastly creature to my breast and kissed its bloodied forehead.
“Make mamma proud.”