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considerable danger in trying to take down an entire pack together…if I’d known this before, I would have called in some backup,” I chided him.
     
    “I know I’ve fucked up, and I’m sorry. If you need to wait for others to show up, then that’s on me. I just want them gone as fast as possible, but I didn’t think you’d be in any more danger than usual. I’m…sorry. I should have thought things through.”
     
    My eyebrow raised as I listened to his pathetic little spiel. With some consideration to my response, I mulled over my thoughts and let him squirm across the desk from me before finally opening my mouth.
     
    “No…I like to work alone. And I’m efficient at what I do. They definitely sent you the best they have…and it’s about time I had a serious challenge. One Hunter against four shifters on their own turf…guarantee me four times my rate for each bear, and a little on top for pissing me off, and I’ll bring you their furs.”
     
    The sheriff peered sideways at me, a frown stretching across his face. “I don’t know if we can afford that, that’s a pretty substantial sum you’re asking for.”
     
    I rose from my chair, extending my hand. “Well, either it’s that, or you figure out this little problem of yours on your own. You’ve already fallen into our bad graces…if you aren’t willing to meet me halfway, then pack up some guns and head out there yourself. Good luck shooting them with regular bullets. It’ll take a lot more than one to take ‘em down…”
     
    He rose up with me, eying my extended hand with some disdain. “How am I supposed to argue with that? I’ll find a way to scrap the money together.”
     
    “See that you do.”
     
    His hand shook mine, and the deal was set.
     
    *              *              *              *
     
    Early the next morning, I paid out at the motel and hit the road again. With the proper preparations set, and confident in the selection of weaponry in my hunting backpack, it was time that I tracked myself down a werebear shifter pack.
     
    I stowed away my motorcycle at the edge of the woods, opting to walk the trails unimpeded by the loud, thrumming engine. I knew that I wouldn’t find them anywhere near the initial treelike, and took to hiking the trails and ascending the first major hill within sight. From there, I had a vantage point, and could begin to determine their likely movement patterns — perhaps even where they killed.
     
    Of course, I knew the truth. The shifters likely did not kill any hikers. There was an unspoken law among shifter kind to never kill humans, and I was somewhat familiar with these parts. These shifters were probably not the culprits of the slayings that the sheriff suspected — he probably considered all bears in the area shifters, and that was certainly not the case.
     
    But that didn’t matter so much to me. I had a duty to perform the work I had been contracted to do, and the pay was going to be extraordinary for killing a whole pack at once.
     
    I began to wander down a trail, keeping my eyes alert for any signs of bear activity. While they didn’t coexist exclusively, werebears in isolated packs like this one tended to intertwine with the regular bears, and finding the native population usually led me in the right direction for my hunt.
     
    I would love to be able to say, at this point, that I came across some scratchings against the trees that gave me a solid lead. Hell, I’d settle for having to come back out several times over the week, until I finally spotted activity and snuck up on one of the bastards. But neither of these, nor any other reasonably believable circumstances of my job, actually happened that day.
     
    Because the shifters knew I was coming. I’d somehow been careless, or perhaps one of them had spotted me in my brief time atop the hill. Even on my guard, I barely heard a branch snap behind me before my world went black as I fell