One of the poachers barked orders to tie Mike’s hands. Nicole trembled, fear in her eyes, but tried not to show panic. There was a glint in her expression that suggested she was thinking, desperately searching for any chance to break free.
A gruff voice muttered about “getting rid” of witnesses. Mike’s blood ran cold. These people wouldn’t hesitate to harm them. He cast a quick glance at the mother bear, who snarled and paced. If she charged, the poachers would open fire, endangering them all.