“My daughter’s kitten vanished last night. Gone. One second she was playing on the patio, next second… nothing.” Lisa’s hands clenched. “Exactly like Nina.” The man nodded slowly, “Yeah and this morning, I went out back and saw something weird. Tracks. Not dog tracks.
Something big. Big and quiet.” He handed her his phone. A photo glowed on the screen. It showed a muddy patch of grass, and within it, a large print. Wide. Deep. Bigger than a man’s hand. Lisa stared at it. “That’s not a dog,” she whispered.