Enveloped by the oppressive silence and the forest’s hidden threats, Hazel felt an uneasy connection to the wild, as if nature itself was holding its breath, waiting for something unknown to unfold.
The bear’s eyes spoke of trust and desperation, reaching out to her in a way she couldn’t ignore. While she tried to discover more, Hazel’s hand brushed against something unusual—an old, worn diary buried beneath pine needles.