Mike’s immediate instinct was to run, but his legs refused to move. The bear stepped into the dim light, revealing a silhouette of raw muscle and fur. The phone almost slipped from his sweaty grip. He managed to whisper something, but Nicole couldn’t hear.
He realized the bear was clutching something in its mouth. His heart pounded as he tried to identify it. The shape dangled, stained with a dark patch. His mind whirled. Someone might be hurt. A chill shot through him. The bear kept advancing steadily.