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We watched the place in silence for about fifteen minutes. A few interior lights were on at the front of the house. The back of the building was dark. No one walked outside. No one drove up. The place was quiet.
At one point, a pack of coyotes starting yipping, no doubt over a kill. A rabbit or such. Their chorus would rise to a crescendo and suddenly drop off to a few random yips until the whole thing started over again.
There was something primal in their cries, something terrifying, though I knew we were in no danger. It haunted me and called to the darkness in my own soul. Something in my hunter brain awoke. A need to hunt, to subdue, to kill. A need for blood.
When the pack of canines finally ended their feral symphony, I stood up. My butt was cold and numb from sitting on a ro
