“We don’t get many journalists,” she said slowly. “My advice? Don’t dig where you don’t belong. Some things are better left alone.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but she walked away. The message was clear. I wasn’t welcome, and neither were my questions.
But that only made me more determined. Something was happening here. Something the locals feared to discuss. And I was going to find out what it was, no matter how many walls I had to break down.
As I left the diner, the sky darkened. I pulled my jacket tighter, a shiver running down my spine. The wind rustled the leaves. And I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Pushing the unease aside, I headed back to my car. If the locals wouldn’t talk, I’d have to find other sources. There had to be records or clues about these attacks.
As I drove through the streets, I glanced at the sky. The full moon was approaching, and the strange energy hanging over the town felt like a storm waiting to break.
Whatever was going on, it was more than just animal attacks. I could feel it in my bones. And I was determined to uncover the truth, no matter what it took.