But as the seconds ticked by, the sound persisted—a low, steady static, like the faint hum of an old radio struggling to pick up a signal. Tanner’s heart began to race, his pulse quickening as he strained to listen. Was he imagining it?
After all, there was no one here but him and the cub. But the static grew louder, cutting through the silence with an eerie persistence that set his nerves on edge. Tanner sat up, his body tense with hope and fear.