She hugs her chest. “It was like… a growl or a howl or…” I shiver despite the heat. We haven’t come across any wild animals aside from a lot of bugs and a few rabbits. But there were those claw marks on the tree. Obviously, there are wild animals around here. Big ones. “I didn’t hear it,” Jack says. Lindsay’s hands ball into fists. “Well, I did!” Jack seems sure of himself, but I’m not so certain. Don’t people lost in the woods get attacked by animals all the time? Is that so far-fetched?
Ok but what if lindsay is lying bc shes the killer
