The fork loomed ahead like two sides of a coin, two black maws framed in jagged glass, each promising death.
The Echo Maw's whispers slithered along the tunnel walls, turning left and right into lies. They didn't know which tunnel contained the predator, its powers warped and masked its residuals, making it untraceable even for Holt.
Footsteps echoed where there were none, growls trembled just out of sight.
Reid swayed where Kara held him upright. Jonas stumbled, breath rattling, while Travis clung to Holt's back, barely conscious. Mira's wind trembled out of control, scattering dust in confused spirals.
Pike's men were closing from behind, their boots a metronome of doom. And somewhere in the reflection ahead, the Echo Maw waited, unseen but everywhere.
Like the others, Ethan stared, desperate, different crazy ideas flying through his head and then, his eyes gleamed as if he just made a big decision.
"Slow down," Ethan said suddenly, his voice cutting through the panic.
