It let out a deafening trumpet that sent birds scattering into the air and froze the poachers in place. “What the—” one of the men stammered, his voice barely audible over the elephant’s fierce bellow. But he didn’t get a chance to finish. The elephant charged, its massive form barreling toward them with unstoppable force.
Panic flooded the poachers’ eyes, and they scrambled to get away, dropping their weapons as they stumbled over each other in their frantic retreat. Amara took advantage of the chaos, slipping free from their grasp. She ran in the opposite direction, her heart pounding with both fear and relief.