Jonah bears more scars than just his disfiguring facial scars, which he earned in Afghanistan. The larger scars remain deep in his soul with the knowledge that he has failed his assignment and squad. He also has Arab assassins after him because of the decapitation of Rashid. He never set out to become a Monster Hunter, rather this was thrust on him and his two friends Jake and Two Fish when the Alaskan town of Laurel is treed by a super pack of Dire Wolves long thought to be extinct. The sharp rolling sound of the rifle startled us. Horace looked up and Hazel suddenly sat up. "Got it," Sam gloated." "What?" "A rabbit on top of the rise. Tough shot. I've been watching it for at least fifteen minutes waiting to get a good shot.” He rose to his feet switching the gun’s safety on and propped it against the tree trunk Sam walked around the snow covered tree roots, waved at the other hunters for attention so they wouldn't shoot and broke a trail through the deep snow. He fell in over waist deep in the unmarred drifts. Robert called after him, “Kind of a lot of trouble for a scrawny piece of meat!" Sam yelled back. "At least I'm not going hungry tonight!" and bent over to pull the rabbit off the hill. Just as he was extracting the body from the bush where it had entangled, he stopped in mid action at the deep-throated sound of a snarl. Sam raised his head to see a huge silver gray wolf separate from a nearby drift. It had been almost invisible in the snow until it moved. It lunged forward, head down and spread its front legs as it readied to spring. Enclosed is an bonus chapter of "Night of the Sasquatch"
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Jonah bears more scars than just his disfiguring facial scars, which he earned in Afghanistan. The larger scars remain deep in his soul with the knowledge that he has failed his assignment and squad. He also has Arab assassins after him because of the decapitation of Rashid. He never set out to become a Monster Hunter, rather this was thrust on him and his two friends Jake and Two Fish when the Alaskan town of Laurel is treed by a super pack of Dire Wolves long thought to be extinct. The sharp rolling sound of the rifle startled us. Horace looked up and Hazel suddenly sat up. "Got it," Sam gloated." "What?" "A rabbit on top of the rise. Tough shot. I've been watching it for at least fifteen minutes waiting to get a good shot.” He rose to his feet switching the gun’s safety on and propped it against the tree trunk Sam walked around the snow covered tree roots, waved at the other hunters for attention so they wouldn't shoot and broke a trail through the deep snow. He fell in over waist deep in the unmarred drifts. Robert called after him, “Kind of a lot of trouble for a scrawny piece of meat!" Sam yelled back. "At least I'm not going hungry tonight!" and bent over to pull the rabbit off the hill. Just as he was extracting the body from the bush where it had entangled, he stopped in mid action at the deep-throated sound of a snarl. Sam raised his head to see a huge silver gray wolf separate from a nearby drift. It had been almost invisible in the snow until it moved. It lunged forward, head down and spread its front legs as it readied to spring. Enclosed is an bonus chapter of "Night of the Sasquatch" **