born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter seventeen] tick. tick. tick. boom.

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Aires pov...

With two guns strapped to my thighs and a murderous expression on my face, I stormed into the New York compound. I was on my plane, on my way to Russia before Paul interfed and had my pilot drag me back. And for what? I didn't know.

"This better be good," I hissed as I strutted into the room. "What am I looking at?" I demanded as my eyes locked onto the display projected in front of me.

From my peripheral, I watched as Isaac shifted on his feet. Paul dragged him away from France? What the hell was going on?

"Thirteen dead on the border of Beacon Hills," Isaac muttered with a frown, struggling to get the words out.

"Border?"

I couldn't say it again, the name of that place. I couldn't keep bringing up her name and where she came from- every word about her that left my lips was dragging her further out of the grave I'd buried her in.

"The bodies have a few 'bullets' in them."

I already knew what they were talking about and why they called me in, and it pissed me off. "Hunter's bullets." I corrected.

"Yes."

Whilst resisting an eye roll, I turned to Paul. "Were they supernatural?"

Something flickered in his eyes, and it made me uneasy. He tried to hide it from me, but from the way his lips tilted down, he knew I saw it.

"No."

The blood in my veins ran cold. "No?"

I couldn't look at him anymore and the guilty look in his eyes. He knew it was painful for me to talk about her and that place in every way, even if I pretended it was beneath me. Torturing me with Aires Hale was like sticking a red hot iron down my throat and expecting me not to scream.

They were shoving her in my face and it was fucking infuriating. I dismissed the thoughts of her with a shake of my head and ripped my eyes off of Paul. She wasn't worth me losing control over.

I stepped closer to the screen and narrowed my eyes on the display of bodies. Something wasn't right... The placements, the way the bodies were strewn about.

"The bullets weren't what killed them." I blew out in a low breath. "Tell me you have the bodies."

"In the morgue."

Without wasting another second I turned and strutted off, Isaac and Paul hot on my heels. I needed to see them in front of me to know I wasn't going crazy because what I saw was starting to eat at my mind. They were dead, but the bullets weren't what killed them. And in the photos, every face was turned away from the camera.

The door swung open for me and the second I was in I ripped a sheet off of the body.

"Look at where the bullet is in the chest." I pointed out. "It's not hitting any major arteries. They weren't shot to kill, if anything they were shot to slow down. The bullets aren't what killed them."

I could feel Paul and Isaacs silent eyes on me as I started to circle the body, looking for what others wouldn't.

Even though I never got to go to college, I'd studied human anatomy. And I knew it well.

My fingers brushed over their cold face as a frown started to twist on mine. Dried blood sat streakily under their eyes, almost like tears?

"Tox screen?" I demanded.