Barely had he finished when two poachers grabbed him. One snatched the radio from his hand, flinging it away. The other clutched the terrified cub, muffling its cries. Nolan kicked and twisted, but their grip was iron-strong. His mind spun with dread.
They dragged him back to the den, a ragged structure surrounded by scattered supplies. Shadows danced under the flickering firelight, revealing no sign of the mother bear. Nolan’s pulse kicked up another notch, fear for the wounded or trapped mother coursing through him.