Alex would have laughed at the predictability of the werewolf it it wouldn't have thrown off his aim. Instead, it was just a slow smirk, and then three more shots in quick succession. There was hope that at least one of them would hit the teen and bring him down.
The hunter wasn't opposed to a long distance kill, but he was really wanting to cut the fool's head off before tossing him in the river. There was just something about watching the creatures die that filled him with joy.