I never thought saving a mouse would lead to all this. One moment I was pulling him from that cruel trap, the next—McLeach had me pinned, his eyes locking onto Marahute’s feather in my hand. He didn’t say much. Just dragged me into his truck while the crocodiles snapped at my backpack. Now I’m locked in this rusted shed, surrounded by other animals he’s caged. Red, the kangaroo, watches me with quiet understanding. Frank the lizard keeps muttering about doom. I can’t tell them where Marahute’s nest is. I won’t. But McLeach knows I’ll do anything to protect her eggs. And that might be enough to destroy us all.

Back in New York, Bernard was finally going to ask Bianca to marry him. A ring in his pocket, words rehearsed—until the telegram came. Now they’re halfway across the world, riding on Wilbur’s back through icy winds and stormy skies. Jake met them at the drop zone, all swagger and smirks, especially when he saw Bianca. They’re searching for me, I know they are. But time’s running out. McLeach just left with a net and a tranquilizer gun. He’s going to the cliff. And I’m the only one who can stop him—if I can escape before it’s too late.