God he was fast, thought Grant. He'd spied the goat and moved across the room in a blur of movement.
Grant forced himself to watch the events unfolding. It wasn't pleasant and it wasn't easy, but force himself he did. The boy ripped at the small goat with his bare hands, manipulating it and pulling it down onto the floor before he set his mouth against the animal's throat. The boy's teeth found their target and when he bit deeply into the goat's neck, the blood flew. What followed was a cacophony of flying fur, snapping bones and an explosion of blood as the animal was ripped to pieces within seconds. There was a short cut away and the next scene revealed a guard wearing a gas mask entering the cell. He strode up to the boy, who was still pummelling the remains of the goat with his bloodi
