Blackfeather Woods Where good girls go to die

Abraxas hissed and the voice felt the burn of triumph in her chest as his ear tore and bled; the liquid on her tongue only further serving to strengthen her bloodlust. His attack was not in vain; the boy had managed to injure her neck for the second time.

"The last, the last, the last." The voice giggled from within.

The second one was perhaps as angry as she was. He had been knocked aside carelessly like a dirty disease-ridden rodent and in the tiny voice's eyes, he was. This time, he lurched for her hind leg as Abraxas took up swiping at her face with a paw. 

The voice gave a harsh shake of her leg, hoping to shake the boy off her haunch as she had her tail. A pained hiss fled her mouth as his juvenile fangs sunk into the muscles of her leg. She snapped at Abraxas's paw, hoping to catch it in her jaws. Just in case she couldnt, the voice rushed forward to snap at his throat just as he had done to her.