A sharp gust of wind rustled the trees, making the branches groan like something alive. Jacob clenched his jaw, every instinct screaming at him to turn back. His fingers tightened around the camera as he took a hesitant step forward, testing the moment. The moose stilled, watching him, its ears twitching. Then, as if satisfied, it turned and moved deeper into the woods.
Jacob swallowed down the fear rising in his throat. His skin prickled as he forced his legs to move. Every nerve in his body screamed at him to stop, to turn back while he still could. But his feet kept going, drawn forward by something bigger than logic. He couldn’t ignore it.