Sixty-Eight
Sunday, May 29
Offshore from Moloka‘i
Taffy heard shrieking in the water, just like what she’d heard back at the crater when Eva and Thomas had found her. She knew exactly what that shrieking came from—and the last thing they needed was that monster attacking them when they were trying to escape the enormous wave that was on its way.
Cleo heard it too. Big Lusca, she whistled.
There was no time to even respond, for the attack came without further warning. One of the young spinner dolphins was suddenly encompassed by massive claws and yanked upward toward the surface. Taffy looked up to see the dragon trying to break free of the water, its wings flapping against the waves, its prey caught between its claws.
Not on my watch, Taffy thought.
But Cleo acted first. The young d
