She considered turning, but a faint silvery glow beckoned ahead—another exit? Hope tugged her forward. The passage widened into a hidden cove, its sand littered with debris—plastic crates, fishing ropes, and the toxic smell of oil.
And then, she saw it. The bear stopped near a tangled mound of green netting. A small form struggled weakly beneath the net, coated in thick black sludge. Tessa’s stomach churned as she realized what she was seeing.