He stood on unsteady legs, knees threatening to buckle under the weight of adrenaline. A voice within shouted at him to bolt across the tundra and never look back. But something about the bear’s urgency tugged at him, forcing curiosity to override caution.
The Arctic sky loomed overhead, turning an ominous shade of violet. Wind gusts whipped ice crystals against Nolan’s cheeks, stinging like needles. Each step forward felt like a betrayal of his own survival instincts. Yet he couldn’t deny the strange compulsion to obey the creature’s silent plea.