I have her in my sights. The stupid sparkling son of bitch and his wife. There daughter is somewhere with the werewolf. I sent Sam after them. But I hope they don't hear my breath. I pulled out the colt. Made sure it was loaded. Who should I aim for first? Now they're hugging. I can hit both. But I only have one shot. I cock it, aim and pull the trigger.
Unforunately, the wolves and then halfling made it to the reservation before Sam could get them. They were on their turf now, out of our bounds. But our job was the sparkling ones. Mission accomplished. I lodaed myself into the Impala and head for Sam.
"Not in public."
There is no way a twihard could kill a hunter.