This could be it. The one thing no one else has captured. If I can get this on film—” The entry stopped there, ending abruptly mid-sentence. Evelyn looked up from the journal, her mind spinning. The mother? White fur? And suddenly she understood. Her eyes turned slowly to the bears at the edge of the clearing. They weren’t just leading her randomly.
They were leading her here. To this. To him. The larger bear sat motionless, watching her with unreadable eyes. The smaller one, now clearly the mother, stepped forward slightly, her gaze shifting from Evelyn to the camp and back again. She gave a soft huff—low, almost pained. Evelyn rose to her feet, heart pounding.