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Claire dropped the radio, upset and frustrated.

"That damn hothead wouldn't pay me attention!" she cried, pacing about.

Before Jeff ventured any question, they heard cars outside. Two sets of headlights shone through the windows. Claire ran to open the front door for Bass, Jack, Phil and Sean.

"Here we are, little Corban," Bass said with a warm smile. "What's going on?"

"You know where Al's camping. You gotta go find'er and bring'er down here."

The hunters traded a look.

"You mean going out, into the woods, up to the Hollow... in the middle of the night, with this storm and the wolves on the loose?"

Claire shot a legit Corban scowl up at Jack, who threw up his hands.

"Fine for me. I like storms with wolves around."

"Now give me some ammo," Claire said. "I need to fix you a few special shells."

"Special as in...?" asked Sean.

Bass anticipated Claire's annoyed reply. "As in special, Sean."

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