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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 2 / 6

Chapter 2 - The Screaming Ravine

The next morning, Caleb couldn't sit still. The amber eyes had vanished into the night, but the feeling of being watched remained, heavy and suffocating. Silas had left abruptly, warning Caleb to lock his doors and leave the valley. But Caleb couldn't. The mother bobcat and her kittens were out there. If something monstrous was hunting in these woods, they were in just as much danger as he was.

Packing a rifle, heavy rope, and a medical kit, Caleb tracked the heavy, asymmetric footprints leading away from his cabin. They led straight toward the Blackwood Ravine—a treacherous, rocky gorge where the locals claimed people went missing.

The Hook: The deeper he went into the gorge, the more he realized the traps weren't meant to catch animals. They were meant to keep something in.

As Caleb descended into the foggy ravine, the air grew freezing cold, smelling faintly of sulfur and rotting wood. The silence here was absolute. No birds, no insects.

Suddenly, a flash of spotted fur caught his eye beneath a fallen ledge.

"Hey, girl," Caleb whispered, dropping to one knee.

It was one of the kittens, now nearly full-grown. But it wasn't bounding toward him. It was pressed flat against the rock, trembling violently. Its ear was torn, and fresh blood dripped down its flank. Caleb reached out, but the young bobcat let out a terrified hiss—not at Caleb, but at the ridge above them.

Caleb looked up. Hanging from the branches of an ancient oak tree were dozens of rusted, heavy steel traps, swaying gently in the breeze like macabre wind chimes. And fastened to the trunk of the tree was a weathered, hand-painted sign from decades ago: PROHIBITED ZONE. DO NOT LEAVE THE PATH. THEY TASTE BLOOD AND THEY NEVER FORGET.

A heavy thud echoed behind him. Caleb whirled around, raising his rifle.

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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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Standing on a boulder twenty feet away was a creature that defied the laws of nature. It looked like a wolf, but it was massive, its fur matted with dried blood, its jaw elongated and filled with jagged, uneven teeth. But what made Caleb’s blood run cold was its chest—scarred with the exact same three parallel lines he’d found on his porch.

The beast lunged.

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