The clang tore through the frigid stillness. Shouts erupted, flashlights sliced the darkness, and footsteps crunched rapidly toward Nolan’s position. He cursed under his breath, bracing for the worst. Then a thunderous roar echoed across the camp, the mother bear announcing her wrath.
Chaos consumed the site. Poachers scrambled for weapons, some fumbling as they attempted to respond. Nolan spotted an opening near a table stacked with gear, including a radio. He lunged toward it, snagging the device just as the first shot whizzed overhead.