“Are you all right?” Ronan asks. He can see strain on Dustin’s face.
“Hmm? Yeah, yeah. I saw it again,” Dustin says, letting go of Ronan’s arm with a guilty look.
“The Sanguis demon?” Ronan has never seen one in person.
“Yes. It’s a creepy looking fucker. And you’re going to try and kill it yourself?” Dustin asks.
“Shoot it to incapacitate it, then stab it in the heart to kill it. I have a plan. I’ve killed other things before, like a werewolf, once.” Ronan isn’t bragging. He just wants to assure Dustin that he’s up to the job of killing this monster.
“Silver bullets?” Dustin questions.
“No, you don’t need silver to kill a werewolf. I just shot it with a hunting rifle, head shot. I wasn’t alone. There were a bunch of police in the forest too,” Ronan explains.
“Well, I hope you can d
