Feeding Ground

Blane had no time for screws in general, but he hated screws that showed their fear. Suddenly, in the last moment, he was very aware of his own blood pounding hotly through his veins, and then the first creature crouched briefly before pouncing, leaping toward his arm. Maybe he and Blane weren’t blood brothers under the skin, after all. Outside, the voices finally moved away, the men talking among themselves over the scuffing sound of Courtney being pushed and dragged between them.