Wild Bobcat Approaches A Woman, and She Decides to Follow(1)
She needed to get back—fast. But as she moved, a chilling thought struck her.
Whoever set the snare would be coming back. And they wouldn’t be pleased she’d freed their prey.
Claire forced herself onward, stepping lightly and quietly. Every crunch of leaves beneath her feet sounded loud in her ears. She had to get out before they returned.
Her breathing trembled with panic. The trees pressed close, indistinguishable from one another. The trail had to be near—but which way?
Then, faint voices—low and sharp—reached her ears. Claire froze, heart hammering.
She dropped behind a thick tree trunk, pressing close. The voices grew louder; footsteps crunching through the brush. They were coming.
