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Kenneth let out an audible sigh as the giant black wolf stepped slowly out of the shadows and onto the porch. “Holy shit, where did this big fucker come from?”
“Just a guess,” Cecil said, “but I’d say the depths of hell.”
Kenneth pulled the bolt back on his rifle, making sure there was a round in the chamber, and said to Cecil, “From three.”
“Three … two … one.” Both weapons fired in chorus, sounding like one deafening roar.