The wolf picked up his speed as she began screaming. It meant he would likely have less time. Hitting the asphalt he lunged at his prey, tackling her to the ground. Pinning her shoulders down he howled to the moon. A successful catch. He bent over the girl and sniffed her hair, remembering the scent and the failure of his last chase. Not this time.
Rearing his head back, he let out one more harrowing howl before tearing into the shoulder and letting her warm blood flow. One taste was enough, his eyes darkened and growling again he turned his face skyward and let out another howl. With her blood dripping down his face he pawed her body over so she was laying on her back. Standing over her he paused and watched and without further hesitation, he tore into her flesh again.