Bad for them opening that door: now he didn't need to waste time clawing through from the outside. He saw Beryl and the men wrestling her out of the van and the smell of blood spurred him on. He pounced on the back of the nearest of the three, his claws sinking deep into the flesh of the man's shoulders while his fangs shot for the throat.

The scream was cut short as Nat's powerful jaws crushed and then jerked, snapping the man's neck.