The bobcat stood motionless in the middle of the trail, its golden eyes locked onto Claire’s with unwavering intensity. It didn’t move or flee—just watched her as if it had been waiting all along. Then, without a sound, it turned and slipped silently into the trees, pausing only to glance back. It was inviting her to follow.
Claire’s breath quickened. This behavior was anything but normal. Wild animals didn’t seek out humans, and they certainly didn’t lead them somewhere. Her instincts screamed to turn around, to retreat the way she came. Yet, despite the warning bells, she hesitated.
The trail stretched ahead, disappearing into thick shadows beneath the towering trees. The bobcat’s spotted coat blended perfectly with the dim light, making it nearly invisible. Then she noticed another movement, lower to the ground—something else was there, slowly drawing closer.
That morning, Claire had awoken to a familiar exhaustion. Sleep had been restless, punctuated by uneasy dreams. The weight of her life pressed heavily on her shoulders.
She forced herself out of bed and went through the motions: brewing coffee, taking a shower, and then staring at her phone with dread, knowing the inbox awaited.