Ravensblood Forest Welcome To My Crib

Birds explode from the trees at her piercing scream. Donovan is close-- right next to him, matching him stride for stride, but he gets to her first. His teeth grind through her back leg. She's not screaming anymore. She's in shock. Blood beads and splatters over the forest floor. 

Colin rushes in as she stumbles, clamping his jaw like a vice around her nose and mouth. She bucks and whimpers, but all three of them know one certain truth: this was a kill of the Saints. He tightens his grip. Her breathing peeters out into wheezes, sporadic and shallow, before they disappear altogether. Now the only noise is the sound of his lungs, in-out, in-out.

They had tought him this, to cause the least pain possible. A hard jerk with the jaws could break the neck without having to break the skin. Covering the nose and mouth would quicken the process without shedding blood. He looks toward Donovan and nods, good work, before he bows his head and prays.