Clues That Don’t Add Up

They discovered traces of animal nests, but nothing was tied directly to Nyx. Emma crouched to inspect some fur. “This isn’t his,” she said, frowning. Ethan flicked through an old book, its pages crumbling. “Doesn’t help either,” he muttered. They searched every nook and cranny, but no answers appeared. Even Nyx seemed uncertain, sniffing aimlessly.

Discovering large, sturdy cages raised questions. “These were meant for something bigger,” Mr. Johnson said, shining his flashlight. “Whoever built this knew their stuff,” Ethan noted. Grace frowned. “But why leave it behind?” The thought of Nyx being bred here sent chills through them. “It makes sense,” Mrs. Johnson mused. But no answer emerged.