The first ambulance pulled up to the entrance of the park, and paramedics were sprinting towards them. Joscelin hid his fangs and allowed the cut on his wrist to close; it was like it had never been there.

"I'll give you the information later. I know your smell, dog; you shouldn't be too difficult to track."

With that, he smoothed the woman's hair one last time.

"Goodbye, bloodbag."