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The scratch in the dirt wasn't from a bobcat. Caleb’s fingers hovered over the deep, jagged gouges in the mud right outside his porch. Three parallel lines, sliced deep into the earth, ending in a heavy, deliberate puncture. A claw mark. But the span of it was monstrous—far wider than the mother bobcat’s paw, wider even than any cougar that had ever stalked these woods. / Chapter 1 / 6

Chapter 1 - The Mark of the Beast

The scratch in the dirt wasn't from a bobcat. Caleb’s fingers hovered over the deep, jagged gouges in the mud right outside his porch. Three parallel lines, sliced deep into the earth, ending in a heavy, deliberate puncture. A claw mark. But the span of it was monstrous—far wider than the mother bobcat’s paw, wider even than any cougar that had ever stalked these woods.

And then he saw the blood. Just a single, dark droplet drying on a jagged splinter of his porch step.

The Hook: He thought he was tracking a predator. He didn't realize he was already the prey.

Caleb stood up, his heart hammering a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The forest was dead silent again, that heavy, suffocating quiet that preceded the storm months ago. His hand instinctively went to the hunting knife at his belt.

"Looking for something, Caleb?"

Caleb spun around, his blade halfway out of its sheath. Silas was standing at the tree line, his ranger uniform dusty, his face uncharacteristically pale. He wasn’t looking at Caleb; he was staring at the woods behind the cabin.

"Silas," Caleb breathed, lowering the knife but keeping his grip tight. "You shouldn't sneak up on a man like that. Look at this." He pointed to the mark.

Silas walked over, his boots heavy on the gravel. He knelt, his eyes widening as he examined the scratches. When he looked up, the usual calm professionalism in his eyes was replaced by raw, unfiltered dread.

"They're back," Silas whispered, his voice cracking.

"The bobcats?" Caleb asked, a flicker of hope rising in his chest. "I thought they were just visiting."

"Not them," Silas said, standing up quickly and looking over his shoulder. "The things that put her in that steel trap in the first place. Caleb, you thought that was a poacher’s trap? No. The state banned those heavy-jawed iron traps forty years ago. That wasn't for a bobcat. It was for them."

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The glass shattered into a thousand tiny diamonds on the marble, scattering the light from the chandeliers. The muffled laughter died instantly, replaced by a suffocating, heavy silence that crept outward from the grand staircase.

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The heavy oak doors of my private study clicked shut behind us, locking out the clinical, terrifying silence of the kitchen. Evelyn Crane stood stiffly in front of my mahogany desk, her hands folded over her apron with the rigid precision of someone who had spent decades micromanaging every square inch of my estate. Behind her, Norah hovered near the doorway, clutching her clipboard like a shield.

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Before Caleb could ask what "them" meant, a sound shattered the silence of the woods. It wasn't a roar, and it wasn't a growl. It was a high-pitched, metallic screech, like iron scraping against bone, echoing from the deep ravine just a mile away.

And from the shadows of the pines, two glowing, amber eyes snapped open, staring directly at Caleb’s cabin.

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