Ravyn
The facility’s computer voice echoed through the sealed corridors with mechanical indifference: “Twenty-seven minutes remaining until facility destruction.”
Ravyn pressed herself against the blast door that had slammed shut just minutes after they’d freed the pregnant women from the obstetrics wing. The steel was easily three feet thick, designed to contain supernatural beings, and even Grayson’s enhanced strength hadn’t made so much as a dent.
“There has to be another way,” Kane said, studying the sealed corridor with growing frustration. “Emergency exits, maintenance shafts, something.”
“The lockdown is complete,” Alpha Blackwood replied grimly, examining the facility schematics they’d recovered from a security station. “Every section is isolated. Even if we found an alternativ
