Pike toppled backward, Ghost on top of him, teeth bared, snarling and snapping. They landed with a crash. Pike screamed, flailing wildly. The dog didn’t hesitate. Ghost lunged in. His sharp teeth ripped through the coat at Pike’s neck, shredding fabric like tissue paper. He closed his powerful jaws over Pike’s jugular. Pike let out an unearthly howl that cut off abruptly in a wet gurgle as Ghost ripped his throat out.
