She scrambled through the cluttered tent, searching for the tool that could be her ticket to saving lives. Finally, Avery felt the wire cutters’ cold metal in her grip. But relief was short-lived as rustling leaves reminded her of lurking dangers.
A figure moved closer, and she held still, hoping the foliage would keep her hidden. The figure came into view—it was the traveler from the locket. He looked rugged and frustrated, flanked by others with nets and tools.