“Zoom in,” Ethan said. The image sharpened, grainy, flickering, but it was still impossible to tell what she carried. Just a dark, irregular shape, limp and wet, hanging from her mouth like a strip of cloth. “It moved,” Lily whispered. “I saw it move.”
Ethan glanced at her, then back at the screen. “Could’ve been the camera shake,” he said, though his voice didn’t sound convinced. Caleb frowned. “Could it have been one of the cubs’ toys? Something left behind?” “There haven’t been cubs here in years,” Ethan said quietly. He rubbed his forehead, exhausted. “Whatever it is, it wasn’t there before today.”