Her heart was in her throat. She couldn’t move, but she didn’t know if she should stay or run. And then, without warning, the bear turned, not away but inland, cutting a path toward the dunes. Tessa exhaled shakily, relief mingling with confusion.
Was it leaving? Was this some kind of trick? Her instincts screamed at her to run back to the cottage, lock the door, and never look back. But something tugged at her, an invisible thread pulling her forward. The bear didn’t attack. It was inviting her to follow.