Prologue

I never imagined I would be one of those moms. You know the ones. They try to control every situation their children enter, playing out all of the possible outcomes in their minds before they even happen. Every decision is weighed based on the potential to harm or help your child. But no one warned me about this new breed of parents. How else was I supposed to navigate between the pterodactyl moms and the stegosaurus moms. And how was I supposed to survive when the dreaded velociraptor mom set her sights on my kid. Survival is the only goal, and I need the largest helicopter available to rescue both my daughter and myself from their grip.