Answer:
I break away from my pack. I create holes in my victims. I can travel for miles and then disappear. I am part of a dying breed. What am I?
The more you take away from me the bigger I shall get.
I am an instrument capable of making numerous sound but cannot be touched or seen.
I am longer than a decade and shorter than a millennium
I have Eighty-eight keys but cannot open a single door.
What is always coming but never arrives?