A flurry of white erupted. Ghost flung himself at the shadow, growling, snarling, jaws snapping with savage fury. One hundred and forty pounds of solid mass barreled into human flesh, knocking the assailant backward into the crib. Two forms writhing, grappling with each other. A crash and a thud. The assailant shrieked. The sound cut off abruptly by a wet crunch. Wrenching and tearing. Mangled cries. Ghost crouched atop the fallen figure, ripping his throat from his body.
