Baiting the Frost Troll

Harper reached a fork in the tunnel.

The path to the left carried a faint whistle of moving air. The one to the right felt darker and smelled of damp earth.

Just as she was weighing her options, quick footsteps echoed from the left passage—followed by frantic, shouting voices.

"Go, go, go!"

"You're blocking me!"

Before Harper could even call out, she slipped back into the shadows along the wall.