Chapter 373

• The blast door sealed with a hiss, muting the sounds of combat outside to a dull, rhythmic thrumming against the steel.
• "He's trapped out there," Val said, pressing her hand against the cold metal, her breath fogging the small observation window. "With five of those things. They’ll tear him apart."
• "He's not trapped," I said, leaning heavily against the console, wiping sweat and grime from my eyes. "He's hunting. Look at the feed."