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Jeremy Gilbert didn't fancy himself a werewolf expert by any means, but the howls he was hearing tonight sounded angry to him. The hunter couldn't bring himself to ignore, them, and so when he found a small pack surrounding a figure, he had to step in, literally. Dropping from his perch, Jeremy landed on one's back with a drop kick, then fired a crossbow bolt into another. He moved behind the small frame of the girl at the center of the circle and asked, "Are you alright? Did they bite you at all?"















