GRIM DAWN ISAACS STASH FULL

GRIM DAWN ISAACS STASH FULL

The worst of it, the business with the Alpha pack and the insanity with MorrellвЂ™s organization of lunatic supernatural law enforcement, was almost two full years behind them. Hell, even a few months would have been fair, enough time for them to pick themselves back up, dust off the loss and the pain and the fight and let them heal.Д«ecause the thing was, it was kind of calm there, for a little while.

They actually had the audacity to think they were okay, to think that enough shit had gone down for them to have earned some good karma for a few years. The joke of it was that they thought things were okay. Just the sound of Stiles squeezing the trigger, the explosion of a second shot rocketing out of the revolver, and the hunters bursting through the open doorway just in time to see the bullet slam squarely into the center of DerekвЂ™s chest.

He hated it, and the sight did nothing but strengthen his resolve, a line of steel up his backbone as he straightened to his fullest height and stared right back. The one that was wrecked and desperate, that always brought to mind that horrible night spent in the pool and the first time Stiles was subjected to DerekвЂ™s absolute worst gutted, miserable expression. He was making that face, the one Stiles hated more than any expression heвЂ™d ever encountered. Stiles exhaled slowly, pulled his eyes away from the back door and looked up to meet DerekвЂ™s pleading stare instead. The pack, horrified, furious, focused entirely on the sight of Stiles training a gun solidly at their alphaвЂ™s chest, didnвЂ™t notice the newcomers. The fourth, nestled into the left corner of the far wall, had a shadowy mass of figures crowded in the hall behind it, barely visible in the dim light. Three of the four were closed shut, sealed tight from the outside, he knew. He checked each one systematically, under the guise of looking anywhere but at Derek or his pack. Stood at the perfect vantage point to view all four exits, all four possible escape routes. There were four exits from the main room of the warehouse they were in, and Stiles вЂ“ Stiles had planned this to perfection. He took a step forward, a step closer to Stiles, who immediately redirected the gun back to its original target, squared dead center on DerekвЂ™s broad chest. вЂњStiles, listen to me,вЂќ Derek tried again. Scott watched the bullet hit a wooden pallet along the back wall, nostrils flaring white as he caught the scent of wolfsbane. The weapon was old and outdated, his grandfatherвЂ™s service revolver, but outdated or not the wolfsbane packed into the bullet would still do the trick. He raised his arms just enough to pull the gun off-target, firing a warning shot that sailed over DerekвЂ™s shoulder and missed ScottвЂ™s outstretched hand by inches. вЂњShut up,вЂќ he snapped, though his voice wasnвЂ™t nearly as steady as his hands. Holding the revolver pointed unflinchingly at its target, even as the plea drove a horrible shiver down the length of StilesвЂ™ spine. His grip on the gun barely wavered, hands steady. The saints canвЂ™t help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloody feet across the hallowed ground. If you could only see the beast youвЂ™ve made of me, I held it in but now it seems youвЂ™ve set it running free.

Grim dawn isaacs stash