Bearclaw Valley Why is the raven like a writing desk?

Finally. Her teeth met flesh. Blood touched her tongue. She clamped down and pulled back, attempting to cause as much damage as possible. The girl still ran, unfortunately, so Arielle still chased. She was high on it all now, her bloodlust blocking everything else out except the wolf who screamed and clumsily ran ahead of her.

Nothing would have pulled her from her chase—nothing except for the growl from beside her. Still in the moment, her instincts kicked in, and she whirled around on Merrick, a snarl leaving her jaws before she was able to stop herself. 

She yanked herself back and stared after the girl for a moment. Now she would get away. 

When she looked to the bruin-witch again, anger hardened her expression. What do you mean? she asked. The intruder was meant to be a sacrifice, she knew it in her heart.