There are times when he wishes they had a regular life. But the sensation vanishes almost immediately. Then he feels the hunter's blood rushing through his veins. He'd miss the adrenalin. And even the fun of it, sometimes. Not today, as he faces a little girl who's ready to tear him to shreds. Not today, as the sound of a gun may have annihilated his only reason to live. Not today as he may have drawn Kathleen into this mess.

They always found a logic in the behavior of the creatures they hunt.

Where is the logic in this madness?